Yesterday, I woke up at 8 a.m. and drank a cup of freshly
brewed coffee. Then I read the headlines on my smartphone while taking a nasty
shit. In 2015, a woman in her 40s from the city of Gwacheon gave birth to a
baby with Downs Syndrome. Anyway, the police recently knocked on her door to
inquire about the well-being of the kid. She told them that he had died years
ago and was now buried in the family plot. In response, the cops arrested her
on suspicion of murder and unlawful disposal of a corpse. But the district attorney instructed Big
Brother to release the suspect due to lack of evidence. There’s a ton of child
abuse here on the peninsula. It’s a national epidemic. Mom and dad want perfect
offspring, and misfits are often subjected to hateful behavior.
I ate hash browns for breakfast as I surfed the internet. Paris
is currently on fire. The Muslim community went nuts after a teenager named Nahel
was shot and killed by the local authorities because of a traffic violation.
Protestors are now burning everything in sight. Consequently, President Macron
has decided to flood the streets with 45,000 soldiers to establish law and
order. For some reason, members of the Islamic community have a hard time
assimilating in Europe. Yet they seem to do pretty well in America. It’s a
mystery to me.
I looked at the Dragon Lady. “Would you like a cup of Joe?”
Silence.
I repeated myself. “It would be no problem. A hot cup of
java might cheer you up a bit.”
More silence.
I muttered this word under my breath: “Asshole.”
“What you say to me?”
“I called you an asshole.”
“I not da asshoe. You da asshoe.”
I smiled at her. “That’s where you’re wrong. You are an
asshole. In fact, you might be the biggest asshole in the entire fucking
universe.”
Tears of anger started rolling down her cheeks. “Why you say
dat to me? I cwean you dawty unda-wear. I cook you food. I wash you pant and shawts.
Why I da asshoe?”
“The silent treatment is abuse.”
“But I not want to tawk to you. You da fucken idiot. Dat why
you have no fliend.”
I wagged my finger in her face. “I’m not a fucking idiot. You’re
a fucking idiot.”
She wiped her face with some tissue. “It not mattah. Soon,
we not togethah.”
“I leave it in your hands. You’re free to do as you wish.”
Divorce isn’t an easy issue for me. It’s very important to keep
things biblical. Jesus says you can leave your wife if she cheats on you. Yet
the Dragon Lady has never had a boyfriend on the side. Sex simply isn’t a
motivating factor in her life. However, Paul says that you can let your spouse depart
on their own accord if they happen to be a pagan. He also states that Christians
deserve a peaceful house. In other words, I’m not allowed to kick the Dragon
Lady out of my life. But if she decides to hit the road by her own free will,
then I’m not obligated to try and stop her. Yippee.
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to keep the marraige fires alight, most people get a sexdoll for they're 20th anniversary. maybe one that has multiple protruberences and orafaces, and you wear video goggles so it seems like you are sexting with kpop stars or whatever it is your favorite, maybe cher or duo lippa.
ReplyDeletemeantime your ladyfriend can be enjoying an experience with her ideal, it could be ronald ragan or possibly pope francis, its really up to her.
the result is a profound sense of intimacy and appreciation for life and love and wonder.
also you could buy one on valantine's day if that is more convenient.
Damn this is so sad to read. Just leave, get your ass back to Texas. Been with the Mrs. for over 30 years now, still can't keep our hands off each other, still my best friend. There is another world out there.
ReplyDeleteLose the defeatist attitude, only you can do it, but change your world. Create a plan and execute it today!
There are lots of i's to dot and t's to cross. I want to do this on the up and up.
DeleteGet out of Dodge like 90 goin' north.
ReplyDeleteI'm certainly trying.
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