Everyone thinks it’s so great, so sexy that my husband cooks for me.
No one knows the darker truth I deal with.
I have proof—proof, I tell you—that he annoys me on purpose.
And I don’t just mean the way he laughs after he’s done it.
You all know Clara, so I can skip the introductions and go straight to my problem: she hasn’t flowered since I got her.
I know, right? So frustrating! Here I am, keeping a damned orchid alive, and she can’t even bring herself to toss me a couple of blooms as a kind gesture?
You may have noticed I have no filter.
Hopefully, this is one of the things you love about me. If not, this post is about to get real uncomfortable for ya.
You guys, I think I’m psychic.
No, smartasses, I did not misspell “psycho”. And don’t think I didn’t hear you think that!