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1. My wife takes five pills per day for her “mental health” issues. Living with her is a goddamn hell. I clean the house, wash the dishes, scrub the floor, clean and shine the toilet, pay the mortgage and the bills, draw a full retirement pension (with beneifits) after 30 years with General Motors, went back to school and earned a B.A. in Mathematics and became a teacher, and took a full-time job to pay the bills, and she still treats me like a piece of shit. I’m seeing a lawyer tomorrow and I’m bailing. i can’t stand it anymore. I used to weigh 330 lbs, but I lost 163 lbs and look like I did in high school. I look great and women tell me I’m hotter than George Clooney; I can’t figure out why I continue to take her shit. We have no kids,but we do own a house together. I am also on Xanax and valium so I can get a night’s sleep. I teach at an alternative high school and the kids are fucking brats. It takes all the patience I can muster to stay calm during the day. I used to teach K-12 public, but now I teach for a privatized company that pays shit and I work with 3 women in a co-taught classroom. Two of them are total morons and make each day worse than the last. Yep, just like Office Space: Each day I go to work is the worst day of my life. My vices are Vicodin and wine. I get up, feed the cats (I love those little guys), make coffee and pop a couple of Vikes while I watch the morning news. Its the only thing that gets me out of bed in the morning. When I get home, I pour a glass of Sweet Red wine (10% alcohol by volume) and sink into the couch until the bitch arrives. If she’s already home (she is a Ph.D student and doesn’t have a regular type job) then I don’t even have that. She bitches about my drinking even though I just sit and keep my mouth shut. She’s into accupuncture, gluten-free diet, vegetarianism, etc. She believes in all kinds of shit except helping me pay our bills. Our sex life is non-existent; I love fucking escorts!!! The bitch weighs over 210 lbs and is 5’8.” I think she’s pretty, but her ass is wider than my snowblower!!! I put myself in therapy at her request, went to see her therapist with her at her request, and I’m agreeing to pretty much everything she says. I haven’t started taking SSRI’s (Cymbalta) even though a personality test showed I suffer from some kind of depressive disorder. I’m thinking about telling everybody, including my psychologist, to shove it up their ass and get the fuck out!!!! I’d like to shack up with a 22 year-old and fuck her every which I can. I’m 54, but I have a great bod, big dick, and lots of stamina since I lost all the weight with NO loose skin!!! Jesus Christ!!! I don’t have many close friends and the shrinks tell me it’s because I have some kind of Personality Disorder traits (Borderline Personality Disorder). I don’t know what the fuck that is, but I researched it on the net and it doesn’t sound pretty. I own a small little 1 1/2 story Cape Cod, white with a detached garage, fence all the way around the property, lots of windows (I put in new double-hung, triple-panes all the way around) and nice big backyard. My wife is 38 and I’m 54. I don’t want much. I’d just like the opportunity to grow old and die in my own house and maybe a sweet little piece of ass every now and again. Fuck!!! I hate that bitch!!!!

2. My wife’s been ill. OK that’s all well and good but she uses it as an excuse to be horribly abusive. She waxes and wanes like Dr. Jekyll and Mrs. Hyde. A control freak with a God Complex. I have been doing laundry for 6 months now. We have three children living with us that belong to her Brothers son. He’s not bad but the mother is a crackhead, so they live with us. Wife discovers a white and red dish towel that got throw in with the reds and got turned pink. She went off on me like she caught me fucking the dog. It just wouldn’t stop. I’m supposed the be perfect and she’s beyond reproach. If she had done it I doubt he would have even been mad at herself. Then afterwards were sitting having dinner and I open up a 7up that has been in the fridge for over three weeks. She goes off on me because I have gatorades and this was the last &up. It’s been in there for three weeks. She refuses to stop berating me, so I go to Walmart and buy 4 cases of 7up, remove all the gatorades and line the shelves with a sea of green. So far Monday wasn’t bad but Tuesday shes spoiling for a fight. I have to sit quietly in the other room and read to avoid her or she dig a scab over something. I’d leave her but I got nowhere to go.
   Oh well I guess I can look forward to Death.