I’m always late for work. There’s a name they call me. They don’t say it in front of me but behind me. I know the sound but I don’t get to hear the word. When they see me coming to work, they speak among themselves and laugh. I don’t blame them. I deserve it. If you invite me to a wedding, I will be late. If you invite me to your baby’s christening, I’ll be late. I’m late for church. I’m late for everything because of my husband.
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We fought about it on several occasions until I realized that he indeed enjoys the fight that precedes the action. I’ve stopped fighting, thinking at some point he’s going to stop and leave me alone. We’ve been married for a year and a half. It doesn’t look like he’s going to stop anytime soon so I have to factor him into my plans every day. But the thing is, I get tired and wants to….Read Full Story Here…….