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.
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