You know, your wife sounds a lot like my h. My h would threaten to leave me all the time. I would get up at 7 to get the kids to school after having gotten home from work at 3 even though he had slept all night. He wanted me to get breast enhancement sx and couldn't understand why I didn't want it when he did. Um, my body fool!
It's never enough. You give and give and give and they never stop asking. It's always someone else's problem.
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'...
At poor peace I sing
To you strangers (though song
Is a burning and crested act,
The fire of birds in
The world's turning wood,
For my sawn, splay sounds,)
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Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue
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