Praying For the End of Time..
I hate my wife. I find myself saying it tourette-like. So far I'm only whispering, but soon the volume will increase.
I have none of the horrors in the other stories. My wife is faithful and she understands the need to spend less most of the time. I still hate her. She is utterly frigid.
Sex? Too religious to use birth control, too poor for more kids. Oral? A disgusting sin. Kissing? Just plain gross. I'm only allowed to touch her if I'm rubbing her back, feet, or head. *****.
Can't divorce her. I'd miss the kids and what little money there is. I have no desire to be a middle age loser who lives in his parent's basement. I prefer to be a loser with his own house - a small scrap of dignity.
She watches more tv in a day than I do in a month. Poor health often keeps her in bed, but she is always tired. Hard to sleep if you're up to 1am watching crap. Idiot.
When I come home from work, I start cleaning. Her poor health again and yes, she is home all day. Hey can you change it to channel 6? I lost the remote. Damn her.
She wants to go on an expensive vacation. I'm raiding that account just to pay bills. She's building up this great dream of a time in our kids' heads. She knows we don't have the cash. How many times can her credit card get refused for that to sink in? I try to downplay it, point out that we may not be going. The kids just roll their eyes at me.
I tell anyone about to get married not to do it. They don't listen, of course, neither did I. Fool.