I did the math and for at least the last couple of months, you’ve been making less money than my family does Mustache Cash Stash. Our annual income is about to jump up by about 8 grand a year while yours continues to dip.
The writing is on the wall Siren, time for you to come home to your rightful husband. It’s alright if you’re not ready, you’ll come crawling to me to save you in the end regardless. And I will, without even tellling you “I told you so” because I am the champion of forgiveness and second chances. I will make you so blissful, I will make you feel so safe, that I will f****** show you without a shadow of a doubt why you belonged at my side from the beginning. Right now You don’t know any better. Give me 2 years and you’ll never want to leave. And you never have to worry about me leaving town and leaving you alone for work, I’m never gonna get a f****** job because I don’t f****** have to. I may be at rock bottom now, but this phoenix is about to rocket to the stratoshere riding on the ashes of societal decay. I’m gonna be the king of rats, and you’re gonna be my filthy queen.
