This all happened last week and I’m still scratching my head.
Last Wednesday after I got home from work, the little woman wanted to talk to me about something. I’m all open to that, but she had some things to take care of first.
She still hadn’t shoveled the driveway. Remember all that snow we got here last week? I had to park my car on the street, because she didn’t get around to doing it. No talking until that task was completed.
And the dishes – still in the sink. Real men don’t do dishes, I’ve told her that a thousand times. How can I concentrate on what she wants to talk about when my mind is on those dishes? Clean them up – then we’ll talk.
Maybe not quite yet. I had been thinking a lot about her all day, feeling a little horny. She knows how I am when it comes to having sex. When I want it, I want it now – but I’ll wait until the driveway is shoveled and the dishes are done. I’ll be patient just this once.
After she took care of the driveway, the dishes and after I banged her, she sat me down in the living room for our talk. She said she was leaving me, says she is fed up with being my maid and my sex slave. She had her bags all packed. My wife walked out the door and I have no idea where she is.
I don’t understand. I was a good husband. I always turned my paycheck over to her and even helped take out the trash from time to time.
Women: I don’t understand them. Can somebody help me out here?
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