There's good days too. When I remind myself I have a pretty good life, all things considered. Me and the Mrs. get along pretty good most of the time. And its been almost two years since there's been any funny business.
But then some days, I'm just........reminded. Of all of it. Of how she's the biggest **** in town. Literally. Granted its a small area, but still. No, let me take that back. She's not a ****. She is THE **** lol...like major, major, uncontrollable ****. No contest. You think you know a ****? Nah, I married a bigger one.
It's like that angel and devil on my shoulder, ya know? The angel reminding me that overall thigns are good, but the devil is like "Dude your wife is a *****. Banging her makes you part of a special club called ANYBODY."
Some days I'm more than happy to bring her breakfast in bed. Other days, I feel like "well why don't you have Rich bring you breakfast." Of course I don't say that, and I bring her breakfast anyway.
One time she was commenting on how awesomely I was at playing little girlie games with our daughter and how attractive that is. I'm just like "Oh so that's what Stephen did is it? He won you over by spending time with our kids? I never saw him over here changing any ****in diapers." Of course, I don't say that either, but I'm thinkin it sometimes.
The good days are great, but the bad days are worse.
Sometimes I even fantasize about leaving, but ultimately it seems like my life would go from bad to worse. I can barely afford to live now, lets see how it goes when I'm paying out lawyer fees and child support. No thank you.
Then I remember the good times and I'm like nah, leaving sucks. I love my kids and my wife is ok most of the time.
But then some days, I'm just........reminded. Of all of it. Of how she's the biggest **** in town. Literally. Granted its a small area, but still. No, let me take that back. She's not a ****. She is THE **** lol...like major, major, uncontrollable ****. No contest. You think you know a ****? Nah, I married a bigger one.
It's like that angel and devil on my shoulder, ya know? The angel reminding me that overall thigns are good, but the devil is like "Dude your wife is a *****. Banging her makes you part of a special club called ANYBODY."
Some days I'm more than happy to bring her breakfast in bed. Other days, I feel like "well why don't you have Rich bring you breakfast." Of course I don't say that, and I bring her breakfast anyway.
One time she was commenting on how awesomely I was at playing little girlie games with our daughter and how attractive that is. I'm just like "Oh so that's what Stephen did is it? He won you over by spending time with our kids? I never saw him over here changing any ****in diapers." Of course, I don't say that either, but I'm thinkin it sometimes.
The good days are great, but the bad days are worse.
Sometimes I even fantasize about leaving, but ultimately it seems like my life would go from bad to worse. I can barely afford to live now, lets see how it goes when I'm paying out lawyer fees and child support. No thank you.
Then I remember the good times and I'm like nah, leaving sucks. I love my kids and my wife is ok most of the time.
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