I loved you and I was a good wife to you. Fuck that! I was a great wife to you even when you were a mediocre husband. Dios mio! I resigned myself to your punk ass not handling your family as you should have. That was a red flag and because I am a fighter, I took that burden on although folks tried to talk me out of marrying you. What did I know? You were my dude.
Then, you stopped adulting. Like legit stopped taking care of your family and got in your feelings because I said I wasn’t having it. You’re a grown ass man. Bitch, you need to work. I mean you will never be great but shit- be something! I mean our sex life was amazing but you ain’t earning a living off the d. Not here anyway. That tender ass male ego reared its ugly ass head again. You stayed worried about men who I didn’t even talk to anymore. You damn near rolled on the floor throwing a temper tantrum when I told you Dave (my ex) was one of the top 5 most important men in my life. I mean you did at least make the list…albeit you were #5. Tsk tsk tsk.
Well damn, but at least Albert can rest easy knowing she didn’t lie about his sex game, which women have been known to do from time to time…