I swear to the heavens above that my husband is going to give me a. a migraine. 2. possible TIA, or III. a nice comfy stay in the nearest freaking mental institution-and the worst part? I can’t even tell you why, because I don’t want my fucking family to know.
Does your man manage to screw things up at the worst possible time in the history of men screwing things up?
Does he stare blankly, into the Abyss, when asked to emote in a way that tells you he’s human?
Does he spend hours on the phone with a friend, listening to their tales of woe and betrayal? But banish you to the Kingdom of Not if you need a little TLC?
This has been a shitty week. Tomorrow is my effing birthday-and like each and every other holiday/birthday/momentous occasion-that man is gonna yank my chain until I say give.
Why can’t ALL men be like Juan?