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Your beloved has dropped indications that you need to leave the house and get a job. Your mother-in-law is often complaining about you. Issues always seem to find their way to the kids. Every aspect of a woman’s life is complex and full of unexpected twists and turns, and this is only scratching the surface.
For the last two years, I have been an employee here. The last six months have been the worst in my work, which I really like. My boss is making sexual advances at me. Refusing to say no to him is becoming old. He becomes insulted and furious after each of my rejections, cuts off all communication, and then begins all over again a week later.
He says he has never loved anybody so deeply, and that I appear to him in his nightmares. He is of legal fatherhood age, which I have previously informed him personally. I am the same age as his daughter. In addition, I am a family man. The stress at work has been getting to me, and I’ve been considering leaving as of late.
It’s embarrassing to confess, but becoming a mom has worn me down. We were emotionally and financially ready to have a family. Our prenuptial agreement said that my husband would assist me with the kid for the first three months by taking paternity leave. The issue is that we ended up with triplets rather than a single baby.
So, even with two of us, the first three months were quite challenging for the infants. After a month of being alone with the triplets, my husband has returned to work. I am so exhausted, yet children bring so much joy and love into my life. I mean physically and psychologically. I am always in the mood to eat and sleep. VK and Mamdarinka are the owners of this work.
My friend’s cousin just become single, so she set me up with her. On a blind date. She said he would be ideal for me. We met in a tavern, and he spoke nonstop about himself for about two hours.
Every aspect of his life, from his career to his exercise regimen, etc. I was unable to respond to his lack of questioning and he never once spoke to me. He would raise his hand to keep me from speaking at every opportunity. Last but not least, he said, “Anyway, are we returning to yours or mine later?”
I only spoke the words “excuse me” and left since his hubris was so irritating and repulsive to me. Since then, we haven’t communicated; I still don’t get her logic in thinking I’d be interested in that kind of guy. That is horrible. I was put off by it, even though that was a long time ago.
Being a stay-at-home mom is my job. Every night, I clean the home (which is something I really like doing), prepare dinner, and watch after my energetic 14-month-old. Tasks and errands are taken care of by me.
He made the comment that I’ve become lazy when we were chatting about something else. The birth of our kid occurred when I was working two jobs. We had our kid at 28 weeks. Along with other health difficulties, the recovery process has been lengthy.
But we did discuss the matter. Together, we conquered it. On a daily basis, he witnesses my actions and understands that he would be bewildered without me. And because it would be too costly to put our kid in daycare, my job would be pointless. I have never heard him say anything so nasty as he did that day.
Today, my kid began playing with the plasticine that I had purchased for him recently. I was busy in the kitchen, but I glanced over every so often to see him modeling something on the table.
I decided to get some sleep and check on my kid after spending two hours making a pie. Plus, he was doing well. “Mom, what do you think?” he said with a broad grin as he smothered the whole couch with plasticine while I was in the middle of whipping up the pie. I mean, look at it! VK and Mamdarinka are the owners of this work.
My mother is enraged by the anniversary present my husband gave to our family. I assumed he was aware of the importance of surprising his dear mother-in-law with a thoughtful and practical birthday present. However, my spouse took everyone by surprise. She received a horticultural tool that could be used by anybody from him.
Standing side by side are a boot and a pitchfork. As he presented it to his shocked mother-in-law, he wished her a happy anniversary and said, “You!” Because I know how much you like your garden, this is perfect for you! Oh, and my mom uprooted from her rural home and into a downtown apartment three years ago. VK and Mamdarinka are the owners of this work.
Perhaps the first date of my life. I was fifteen years old. He had just turned sixteen. He treated me to supper, but his parents and two sisters joined us, and they ended up footing the bill. He picked a terrible buffet that was notorious for its rat and insect problems and looked incredibly dilapidated. Due to the failure of that relationship, I have never returned to that specific buffet.
We just got a new automobile that my husband had wanted for a long time and had been saving up for. My spouse loves it, which is a shock to me since I was hoping it would make our lives simpler.
I proposed taking a vacation someplace; he seemed uninterested, even though the weather would be perfect for camping. “There is mud and shrubbery,” he said. Why don’t we hold off for a while longer? He insisted that I wear shoe coverings when I begged him to accompany me to the grocery store. He has a soulless piece of metal, and I’m beginning to feel envious of him. VK and Mamdarinka are the owners of this work.
I splurged on a romantic evening for two at a pricey restaurant in our city for a gentleman who had originally chased me for a long time. He was an utterly narcissistic snob who never did anything but brag about his German girlfriend and how great it was to live there.
For as long as I can remember, my mother-in-law has given me the most terrible presents. This lady always manages to give people gifts that are completely worthless.
One day, she handed me a shirt. The only problem was that it was too small—maybe for a girl of ten years old—despite its lovely design. She gave me chocolates that had been sitting around for so long that they had gone white for Christmas. They were deemed expired three years ago.
And she donned her own blouse with red rose design over holidays spent with us—one of her recent presents. This stunning beauty was her “as an inheritance” gift to me, she said. What she will offer me next is terrifying. VK and Mamdarinka are the owners of this work.
My partner is a married guy, and we’ve been dating for ten years. His actions have resulted in my pregnancy. I am eight months along in my pregnancy, and I have chosen to keep the kid. Since he had a daughter of his own before, the guy was first opposed to the idea. Therefore, we parted ways.
When I informed him he was having a boy, however, he became really happy. His wife’s infertility has long frustrated his desire for a son. He is now considering leaving his family. My involvement with a married guy begs the question: why? VK and Mamdarinka are the owners of this work.
As a mother, I stayed at home. It was once my husband’s words to me: “You’re a leech, I’m so sick of you. Now I’m going to do whatever I want, and you can’t stop me.” And then he disappeared with my best friend, who is now jobless, childless, and spends her days doing nothing but playing World of Warcraft and running up credit card debt. The new leech is a lot of fun!
Unexpectedly, my father passed away while I was only entering my twenties. Naturally, I was upset and had trouble sleeping; there were many evenings when I cried myself to sleep. Not long after my father passed away, my then-significant other once advised me, “You have to get over it eventually.” And then he threatened to wake him up every time I disturbed his sleep unless I slept on the sofa.
Vacated the nest. I thought I may get a good night’s sleep, so I checked into a motel. Still, I refrained from doing so. Next door lived a family whose daughter was wildly unpredictable and never stopped yelling. I, however, did not tolerate it.
“No, I am a witch who brews potions only from naughty, nasty children,” I said, catching the girl in the act of pretending to chat on the phone when she was alone. I saw one here just now. She’ll be mine tonight! The girl remained silent till they departed. I can now deny the men’s accusations that they’re calling me “a witch” without shame. It is the property of Chamber 6 and VK.
Here are a few ladies who have come to the realization that having a sense of humor greatly simplifies their lives.
