He doesn’t work.
He doesn’t cook.
He doesn’t clean.
He doesn’t pay rent.
He doesn’t do chores.
He eats me out of house and home, lounges around all day,
enjoys the benefits of a fireplace in the winter, and central air the rest of
the year.
He sleeps in the most luxurious of beds.
He decides what guests are welcome and which are not.
He frequently talks back when he is reprimanded and has an
unbelievably sassy attitude.
He always wants his way and he will only do something if it
is his idea.
He always has the last word in a disagreement and when he
doesn’t like something, he lets me know in his unique vocabulary.
He is extremely demanding.
He expects immediate gratification and exhibits no patience.
He is extremely moody and his demeanor turns on a dime. One minute he is snuggling, the next minute
he is going for blood.
He walks all over me and uses me for his convenience.
I am there solely to serve his every whim and fancy.
When it is time to travel, he puts up a fit, refusing to
go.
Does this sound like most men you know? From the tallest to the lowest order of
species, it seems that males are alike.
And I wouldn’t trade mine for anything.
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