Times like these
demand a supportive spouse, not The Inquisitor. "Did you..." benefits, etc.......It can't seem to internalize I should get a fucking award for keeping us in a home, let alone Its precious motherfucking benefits.
Does It cook? Clean? What do I get from this? Anxiety and interrogation. Other than that, not a motherfucking thing. Fucking useless bitch. did it EVER contribute? When I told It to join aarp for the bennies, did It? No, easier to harass me.
And of course, NOW Stoney needs glasses. Must be for the glaucoma.
Wednesday, March 5, 2014
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