I’m married to a b****. I work my a** off to please her, only to have her jump on any misfortune, or error, or slightest mistake, and run with it for hours, days, and weeks, permanently holding it against me.
I even sing a song to myself about her. “You’re a b****, you’re a fucker, you’re a child, you’re a sucker, you’re a grouch, and you’re a pain, you really are insane. You’re a pain in the a**, you have no class, and you will never be any other way…”