Why Emem is 10,000 times the person I am

If I had to listen to that RIDICULOUS Ikechi diatribe about 'detesting you' and 'being in the space with you gives me anxiety' and 'no we don't need to talk about that week' and 'you want me to respond to things when you want me to respond' , the moment he entered the bedroom to collect his stuff I'd have been jumping on the couch, giving him two middle fingers, scrunching up my immature face, and mimicking his sorry ass comments to myself.

You are big and I am small. If there was an award for "Women Who Put Up With All The Things But Still Show Grace", you'd win Emem. I'd still be making fart noises any time someone said his name near me.