Some one lied to your ass. Perhaps there was time a "Mrs" meant something. It doesn't mean as much when you have to work, help bring in the bacon and some man calls himself the king of his castle.
No, it is not your castle any more dumb ass. If I have to go out and work, bring home way more money than you, you need to shut the fuck up! Consider yourself blessed to have me. You need to get up off your ass, help clean up, cook and have a positive, pleasant attitude.
No, you are not that good looking and frankly you suck as a lover. You are fucking worthless! You sorry limp , dusty dick muthafucker! What the fuck! Do I look like a toilet to you? If you want to keep me as a wife you are going to have to do way better than that tired shit.
If you are gay, be gay muthafucker! I don't need no pity fucks, no payday love. Who told your lame duffy (do-fee) no-muscle-mass-having ass that you were fine? You may have been fine at one time, maybe. But you are a broke ass uneducated illiterate now. Do not compound your stupidity with jealousy. Don't try to run that bullshit on me.
"I'm the head of the house, like Christ is the head of the Church." Sure, nigger, I will treat you like Christ when you act like (HIM). Lying, whoremongering, half gay ass! Disease caring pathological lying dimwitted slim.
Yea, you too said I feel too highly of myself. Well, if I'm wrong, I'm wrong. I would rather be alone, rather not be bothered if you are the best I can do.
"Come ye out from among them."
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