Mark's POV
"Will you let me breathe please? Haven't I done a lot for you? Why are you so ungrateful?" I yelled angrily at Callie, who has been nothing more than a headache for the past few weeks.
"How am I ungrateful? I just want to go to the salon and get my hair done! Is that too much?" she yelled back and I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration.
"I don't have a problem with you doing your hair, the problem is where you chose to do it? Do you have to go to that high-end salon?" I asked her with a frown.
We barely have enough money left for upkeep and now she wants to go to a high-end salon and spend so much money on her hair.
"I just want to look good and you seem to have a problem with it" she said with a mocking smile.
"I don't have a problem with you looking good, it's where you chose to make it happen that's the problem" I said calmly.
