Do you like this dramatic piece I wrote?

Gloria slammed the car door, and rushed into the house, laying her purse down on the kitchen table. "Oh you son of a b*tch, you got me fired didn't you?", she shouted at her soon-to-be ex George, who ran into the room , wondering what was all the rambling. "I did no such thing", he repiled. "Oh don't give me that sh*t, you've been talking your f**king head off to Joe, Karen, Lisa, all those damn workers at that piece of sh*t job you've got and don't think for a second that I don't know Karen knows Ari." "What on earth are you going on about?" he said in a calm voice as to make her seem outrageously overreacting."You know what George, you can have this house for all I care, for all I ever cared. You think I don't know why you and Karen always seem to be the top employees? I know about that b*tch and how you've got her old azz knocked-up." Slamming the door, she left and headed toward her car. "Gloria, what is this? What is wrong with you?" George cried, seeming more concern than his previous gestures. She chuckled a bit. "What's wrong with me? Wow, your really putting the moves on me. Well you know what, once I sign the divorce papers Karen had better hope she can keep working while she's nine months pregnant because I'm going to take you for everything your worth baby, and everything you'll ever be..." She slammed the car door and pulled out the drive way.