Marriage is like a deck of cards. In the beginning, all you need is two hearts and a diamond. By the end, all you want is a fucking CLUB and a SPADE.
I'm still undecided on my thoughts on the whole institution. But I'm convinced at least that a "traditional" arrangement of any kind is completely impossible to maintain and live out with all of your happiness/sanity intact.
Fuck me talk about perfect timing. I just left the house and wife before I set fire to one if them. My wife and kids are home eating dinner and I'm sitting in a fucking loaner car eating a sandwich and trying to figure out how to funnel the exhaust in here. Just kill me now. My wife says u don't listen to her because she wants me to blow the leaves onto the street before I eat because she HEARD from someone the city is coming by tomorrow to remove any leaves in the street. I tried roughly 72 times to explain to her we have a letter from the city explaining the cleanup dates are next week. Apparently this person that told my wife, whom she cannot even remeber, knows more than the actual people doing the work. If I start a pile of leaves on fire, I'm going to climb into them and enjoy the smell of burning flesh and sweet release.
