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		<title>By: xman</title>
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		<description>My wife takes five pills per day for her &quot;mental health&quot; 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&#039;m seeing a lawyer tomorrow and I&#039;m bailing. i can&#039;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&#039;m hotter than George Clooney; I can&#039;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&#039;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&#039;s already home (she is a Ph.D student and doesn&#039;t have a regular type job) then I don&#039;t even have that. She bitches about my drinking even though I just sit and keep my mouth shut. She&#039;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&#039;8.&quot; I think she&#039;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&#039;m agreeing to pretty much everything she says. I haven&#039;t started taking SSRI&#039;s (Cymbalta) even though a personality test showed I suffer from some kind of depressive disorder. I&#039;m thinking about telling everybody, including my psychologist, to shove it up their ass and get the fuck out!!!! I&#039;d like to shack up with a 22 year-old and fuck her every which I can. I&#039;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&#039;t have many close friends and the shrinks tell me it&#039;s because I have some kind of Personality Disorder traits (Borderline Personality Disorder). I don&#039;t know what the fuck that is, but I researched it on the net and it doesn&#039;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&#039;m 54. I don&#039;t want much. I&#039;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!!!!</description>
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