Life beater
The marriage is off to a rocky start. I innocently forgot to put my wedding ring on yesterday after my shower because my mind was occupied with how I could make my wife as happy as possible that day. So I walked around the city all day without it, a helpless male in the Lipstick Jungle. I was a little taken aback when she got all snippy when she found out about that, without even once considering how vulnerable I was on the street or how particularly good I smelled after the shower. And then today she basically called me a wife beater just because I inadvertantly woke her up, despite my sincerest effort to be quiet, at 3:30 this morning when I crawled into bed after an exhausting Xbox session. She didn't even once congratulate me for beating Tiger Woods in the Legends Challenge, or unlocking 20 new events in Burnout 3: The Takedown.
I mean, what the fuck, right?
I mean, what the fuck, right?