fighting, having terrible
horrible
arguments
about nearly everything
under the sun.
i think
she hates me,
or at the very least
despises
the day i was born.
but we've been married
for over ten years,
so it makes it hard
to just bail and
go out the door.
i'm getting suspicious
though of the soups
and stews
she's making
lately.
i let the dog get the first
bite, or lick.
i'm on my third dog
this week.
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