Because you loved me so much that you gladly did everything for me, I took full advantage of that.
Yes, I realize it became burdensome after awhile, when you carried more children in your womb and still had to work full time, but my expectations were set in place, and woe unto you if you don’t continue at that impossible pace, because I am the king of your life, now that I own you as your husband.
Yes, I do believe that.
I believe you are trapped and won’t even try to leave me.
You’ve been through divorce before and you don’t want to go through starting over again on your own.
What do you mean you don’t feel it is fair for me to lie around all day while you work?
Hey, I work too, and my job is more important than yours. I work manual labor, and if I don’t get enough rest, I could have an accident on the job.
Come on, don’t be silly – YOU don’t need sleep as much as I do. Your job is right here at home.
So you’re stressed to the max.
So you’ve ended up with adrenal burnout and further stress could easily push you into more life-threatening illness.
So you make mistakes in the medical reports you type.
So they will terminate your contract if you have too many errors.
So we won’t be able to pay our bills.
All that matters is that I get to spend 10+ hours in bed, and that any hours I’m not at work I am to be on the couch with my mistress — the TV — flicking the remote at her when she doesn’t do what I want.
If you can’t survive on six to seven hours in bed, that’s not my problem.
It’s not my responsibility to help with the household chores when you are working on your paying job. You can stay up a few more hours to complete them. It’s not killed you yet.
I help once in awhile. So what if it’s not consistent? I expect you to do everything, remember?
Oh, I’ll never speak of this to you. I know you are sensitive enough and smart enough to interpret it without me having to say a word.
And if you even try to “work things out”, I will pull a pout, make immature and unreasonable comments, and storm off, leaving you feeling worse than you felt before you dared to upset my perfect world.
What? Someone else might win your affection? As long as you stay here and take care of me, that doesn’t bother me.
What? You might not always stay here?
Well, when that happens, I will believe it, my heart will be broken, I will mourn the loss of the most excellent woman to have ever entered my life, and I will feel that life is as futile as you must feel it is right now.