She had night terrors from ptsd. Ain’t shared a bed in a long time, plus our schedules never were the same.Sounds like more fun than wifey with night terrors.
I keep the small mop ready for her. The Barium exams might still be coming out of her. I’ll be changing her sheets today.Shit while walking.
My diet has changed a lot with her not eating. The extra work & driving means more Tramadol for me, that equates to shitting our deer turds when I can.If I need to shit, F everything else
Not pussy whipped or hen pecked in any way. I do fight back the urge to go off but that ain’t something I do well. Lots of threats about taking her for a ride in the country with her dog.We used to call it p...y whipped.
I really don’t remember you being at our wedding or memorizing our wedding vows.You signed up for better or for worse. Do your job and quit bitching.
She been in them for weeks. I empty the trash , but don’t put them on her.Do the FJB way. Get some Depends.
Wouldn't she do the same for you?
I remember getting out of the hospital after gut surgery. The hospital yanked my morphine drip real early in the morning, then fucked around to the middle of the afternoon to cut me loose.My wife has had some illness and several surgeries. I have spent a lot of time taking care of her and helping her out. I never minded a minute of it because she wasn't demanding and she would have preferred taking care of herself.
I hope it never happens but, she would do the same for me. Only if I was the patient, I would be so damn grumpy she would want to smother me with a pillow.