I'm married to an inconsidered ass for a husband. Yeah, that's right. I said it. And if the inconsiderate husband is reading, it's not all me baby. You're to blame too. I might fly off the handle but that's because you're an inconsiderate ass who can't seem to clear the wax out of your ears to hear me speak. You've tried to "listen" to me in the past and I got nothing in return.
Our seven month old has stopped sleeping through the night. I'm stressed out. The inconsiderate husband, sleeps through it all. Or better yet, tells me that I'm over reacting and that I shouldn't get up when the baby cries. Any other mother out there think that thought is the most ridiculous thing in the world? Alright inconsiderate husband, you can listen to him cry for a half an hour at 1AM and then realize that he's wet and hungry. So you'll be up with him for an hour. And oh by the way, the next time he's wet through his outfit, dont' let him sit in it, change his fucking clothes. You dont' want to sit in something wet, let alone pee. I highly doubt our son wants to be wet too. I won't even mention the episode where *I* had to deal with your "wet" clothes.
And inconsiderate husband, if you ever tell me that you are "letting" me do something, "let me" tell you that we are not in the 50s and 60s. I do not cowdown to your old school logic. You, inconsiderate husband, are not in charge of me. You cannot tell me what I can and cannot do. If that is the case, then expect the same. And I'll tell you, inconsiderate husband, that you can suck it. I'll "let" you touch me when I want. I'll "let" you kiss me on the top of the head but right now, you ain't touching ANY OF THIS BABY.
Inconsiderate husband, you are a complete and total ass. I would have thought your heart scare would have softened your crap encrusted shell. Instead it added an additional thick layer of crap. I am no longer willing to wade through the crusty crap to find what I thought was a gentle soul because in my heart of hearts, I don't think there ever was a gentle soul. I've been fooling myself for all these years. Have a heart attack and go to hell inconsiderate ass for a husband.
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