I hate my wife…

Nobody knows what it’s like to do things you’re forced into. My wife makes me do something so disgusting, I can hardly talk about it.

But this is my confessional. This blog is where all my deepest thoughts end up.

I want to talk about it, but it’s so hard. And disgusting…

I need a second to think before I write this…

My wife makes me… She makes me… I can hardly type through my tears… It’s so horrible. Absolutely horrible!

She thinks it’s normal… But she asks me to…

She… she makes me eat vegetables!

But no, it’s worse than that. She puts green ones in there. You know, the type that cows and sheep and other animals eat. It’s horrible. It’s disgusting and she makes me do it ALL the time.

She once put… I can hardly talk about it. She once put… Please wait, I’ll be OK in a moment.

She once put a pile of baby spinach on my plate and forced me to eat it. But wait, there was poached egg on top. And she wouldn’t let me eat the egg without the spinach.

She’s a maliciously sick woman. She needs help…

And I need a plastic bucket… she just made me eat rocket uuuuurrrrgggghhhh!!!!