I Am Married To A Great Man...and I Hate Him
He friendly, nice, considerate, open minded, easy going, would do anything for me. We have been together for 18 years now, since we were both in our mid 20's. I hate that he will not even discuss selling our house. I hate that he still smokes. I hate that he eats terribly unhealthy. I hate that he has to drink beer every night before dinner. I hate that he will not eat dinner with me, because "i'm just gonna drink one more beer honey, then i will eat". I hate his big fat flabby hairy disgusting beer belly, that he thinks is"hard as a rock". I hate his uni brow. I hate the hair growing off his ears. I hate he thinks daisy duke shorts and cut off midriff tshirts are cool, not on a girl, but on him.I hate that his job always comes first. I hate his mother. I hate that he will not do anything to educate himself into a better job. I hate that he has been paying child support for 18 years. I hate his farts. I hate his snoring. I hate his job. I hate his father. I hate that he needs me. I hate that he is short. I hate that he always asks.."do you miss me? " I hate that he moans and blows every time he gets off the couch. I hate that he hasn't tried to have sex with me in months. Not that I want to have sex with him in the first place. I hate his procrastination. I hate that he doesn't maintenance anything. I hate that he says "what" to everything I say, even when he hears me. I hate that he doesn't listen to me. I hate that he never asks me on a date. I hate that he is slow to do anything, unless it involves his job. Gag. I suppose I just realized that I married a short fat man.