Shitfaced. 11th corona. 5th joint of Blue Cheese. Went to Karaoke and it was one of those good nights where I was the bad motherfucker on the mic. I love all of you out of key shitty singers that make me look so good. Hubs tried to act like an asshole at the first of the evening but this time I decided I truly didn't give a fuck. Drank a buncha beer, sung my ass off in spite of that too old for me boring motherfucker husband I am stuck with.
.Made some new friends and will leave him at home next week.
Just needed to vent. thanks.
PS Never get married god dammit. I didn't til I was 46 and it was still TOO SOON!
Meanwhile, Happy Valentines n stuff.
Love - TL
Let's be fair here. Marriage, vows aside, is essentially a 'contract'
between two people - a give and take if you will - that have agreed to
support each other to their mutual benefit and with mutual respect or, at
the very least, a seamless simulation.
For my part, I work to support you and remain faithful while you spend
your time castigating me in public and on internet forums. Proudly crowing
about your level of intoxication, just how many beers you consumed and
joints you smoked, in addition to the 80 or so pounds of extra ballast
you've gained, is not exactly what I'd call mutual respect. Nor has it
done anything to endear you to the audience that has to endure you
slurring and screeching out your songs during Karaoke. You think I'm a
drag because I'm trying to save you from your ritual of public humiliation
when, in fact, I'm trying to save what's left of your dignity in the
community - the drunk is always the last one to realize just how drunk
they are.
While you may think I'm stupid and oblivious to your criticism of the
person that supports your ability to drink, smoke and fornicate with
anyone and everyone who has some of their schwag to share, I did not get
to where I am by being unobservant.
As to your so-called new 'friends' and leaving me at home next week, is
there any chance you'd commute my sentence to mere divorce and make this a
permanent arrangement before my credit cards are reduced to a pool of
molten plastic?
