I swear, is there a manual out there for them or what?
Before I married my wife, I asked her daddy for her hand in marriage... I also asked him if he had any advice. Yes, he was very specific. He said you only have to remember one phrase for a happy marriage, and I quote: "Yes dear, you were right and I'm sorry".
No joke... one thing that has always bothered me about my in-laws, is that their house is a mess, the grandchildren come over and regularly ruin their home, not to mention their six figure RV... I always wondered how my FIL could tolerate such messiness and disrespect of what he has spent his hard earned dollars on.
I "think" I'm beginning to understand...
Day before yesterday, a possum/raccoon got into the chicken coop and killed our chicken that was laying the rich eggs that we enjoyed... wife called me that morning telling me that she was killed and that she was going to buy another chicken at the feed-n-seed supply place... I get home and my daughter says "Daddy daddy! We got a kitty!"... I reply "A chicky?"... "No a kitty!"
Y'all know how I HATE cats! AND I'm highly allergic to them... so my wife buys a kitten, I get home... bitch about it for an hour, tell her I don't ever want a kitty-liter as I can't stand the smell.. the next night after work, the "outside" cat managed to stay alive (wife put it in a crate)... we joke (both of us over drinks) that it will probably die and that at $10 it was basically "disposable"... so, I come home tonight, there's a kitty-liter box in the garage with liter all over the garage... the wife says she's now attached to it! AND she's pissed at me for coming home, after working my ass off all day coming home late because I had a last minute emergency and had to pull a tooth on a lady because I'm the ONLY dentist available at 5pm on a Friday afternoon...
She goes out for dinner with her sister and niece... I'm perusing the email account we both share, and now see why, I believe, she was so upset with me bitching about the kitty-liter... she bought a friggin $100 cage for it too that she didn't tell me about!
When my wife gets back... I plan to simply say "Yes dear, you were right and I'm sorry!"... as much as I hate cats, I love my wife more. But really? I am literally worn down over this "cat thing" and everything else... I fell like just laying down and taking it and whatever she wants to do is fine... I'm tired of working my butt off and coming home and complaining.
That's okay, I won't be here much longer... I found out a few weeks ago that my thyroid level is low... and now today, found that my BP is too high.
Life's too short... "Yes dear, you were right and I'm sorry" is my new catch phrase.
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