Not to complain, but my woman ... wife ... has turned into beast since she went back to work.
The Frickin’ government makes two of us earn an income to have a normal life.
She comes home at night from work and bitches at the kids, at the dogs, at the cats and me. What ever happened to Ozzie and Harriet? I want a wife that greets me at the door with a Martini and makes me quickly forget the pain I go through at work. But we now end up in a negative and constant bitch session about how she doesn’t like her job and I do not like mine.
We at least share that. F feminists. Neither of us want this life.
Prayers for peace your way, sir.
Also, perhaps you should make the martinis some nights - if nothing else, at least there will be martinis - cheers!
Sounds familiar. My wife would drop her career in a heartbeat if I made enough money to sustain our current lifestyle. Back to the gulag!