I don't want you to be a bar girl again either. But you don't respect me and you act like one. I give you everything I can. I go work , you go Pattaya. I come home you pick me up with a truck load of friends and then dump me off at the hotel and go party until your drunk. You say we have quiet night together but then you invite 6 friends over to drink all the whisky tell me to go buy another liter, then drink that bottle until it's gone, then at 3 am you leave with all your friends to the club. You come home 6:30 am, announce you spent all your money and passed out dead drunk and started snoring. I reached my breaking point. You didn't get to see it because you were passed out at the time. I needed to go home. I need to figure this out. Not sure what to do. You say you want tattoo, bigger boobs, a nose job. Those are things that bar girls get done, career bar girls. Seems like to me you want to go back to that life. The party life.