Just what the hell am I supposed to do?! Grovel at the Hubby's feet, looking up adoringly, vapid smile on my face, breathlessly waiting for his next order?! Am I not supposed to have a mind of my own?! I am NOT a STEPFORD WIFE (creepy original movie, not stupid remake)! Can't I be my own person, and be loved as such? Damn.
Well, I got that off my chest. I wish... no forget that. Wishing's useless, you know it's not going to happen. I'd just like to get out of the house, do something other than go to work (not to knock it, so far it's life saver - even though I'm just a cashier at Wally World). I feel soooo alone.
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