My So Called Handmaid, "Offred"

Offred and I don't get along well, so we don't talk at all. The first time we met, I thought I could probably get use to her, yet no. I was wrong. I have never met anyone like her in my whole life. It happened three nights ago. I was going to the living room after dinner to sit for awhile. Little did I know, Offred was already in the living room, standing next to my chair, my footstool, and almost about to sit down. I was standing by the door, watching her every single move. Earlier that evening I had put some of my scarves on my chair. I thought she was just looking at them and didn't think that she would actually touch them. Then all of a sudden, she grabbed my scarves and threw them across the room. She started chuckling and sat on my chair and put her feet on my footstool. I yelled, "Offred?" She was so surprised that she jumped. And slowly she turned around. I could tell by the look on her face that she thought I was going to throw her out of the house like she threw my scarves across the living room.  I was furious, I wanted to throw her on the floor across the room, but I only slapped her. I marched up to her and I slapped her so hard that it seemed like she wanted to hurt me so bad that wouldn't be able to even sit up straight. Instead, she walked out of the living room so fast and stormed of towards "her bedroom". "Her bedroom," which is legally and rightfully mine! She slammed the door behind her. I was so attempted to go and kick her out of my house. When I turned around, Rita and Cora looked down on the floor and walked back to the kitchen to wash the dishes. I didn't seem to notice the Marthas, Rita and Cora were there all along watching everything. I was so mad that I just decided to go to bed. From that day on, we don't even look at each other. It's a good thing, because we don't need to. And if she ever does give birth, to anyone's child, I just hope the child is nothing like her.