I like to drink all day until my husband gets home and make him fist my p**** and f*** me in the a**.
Fiserv is mentally abusive. The constant threat of layoffs looms in the distance with ever-increasing demands to produce more output in less time. I fantasize about ending it all in the most permanent way possible. The gal I have a crush on barely knows I exist and never brings food anymore because she is creeped out by me. I crave warmth in this cold world but have learned repeatedly that I will never get it.
Day of my wedding. Who wants to talk to me? My grandmother. What did she tell me. Before you do it tonight. Give him a H a n d j o b first. He’ll last longer. Grandmother was right.
