Oh the horrors. Hubby opens my door, carries things for me, treats me well, kills bugs for me, does handiwork around the house. I probably have PTSD from all the benevolent abuse. I may never recover. I should quit my job and apply for SSDI.
Oh the horrors. Hubby opens my door, carries things for me, treats me well, kills bugs for me, does handiwork around the house. I probably have PTSD from all the benevolent abuse. I may never recover. I should quit my job and apply for SSDI.
Funny post of the day!