Ann Landers received a page from a audience that went similar to this:
Dear Ann Landers:
Her home appears just as if they’d moved in yesterday. She never ever cooks dinner. All things are in cans or frozen. Her young ones consume food that is sent-in. Yet this slob’s spouse treats her like a Dresden doll. He calls her“Pet and“Poopsie”,” and covers the phone by having a blanket as he would go to work therefore she will get her remainder. On weekends the laundry is done by him and also the advertising.
I get fully up at 6 a.m. and fix my husband’s breakfast. We make his tops due to the fact people within the stores “don’t fit right.” If my better half ever emptied a wastebasket, I’d faint. Continue reading “Why would any spouse adore a sluggish, messy, addle brained wife?”