'Terminally ill' hard cure of most women!

This is the activity that my wife made the most of the day, all the more time to sleep with the maximum power, the ACE ve, threats and the Thunder. In the early morning had just opened his eyes as she opened her mouth. She than would feed the food, must take the child to go to school, to go to work, to go to the market. Lunch about her cooking medium medium charcoal, sitting at the dinner table is coal, done medium medium coal cleaning again. Lament as the mantra that my wife is turtle but without success before doing anything.

She is not nostalgic about the financial crisis exchange rate depress wages, do not worry for poor traffic safety situation dangerous to the computer network, does not concern the decadence of human ethics. She's only on the day screamed with 10 ten thousand questions why. Even at longer email my husband just to ask: "why don't you just?", "why did you just put this much money?", "why are you back sit watching television while I clean up?", "why don't you clean up the color itself drawing?", "why are you so fat?", "why not dress down?" , "because why abc would somehow worse than children without better?", "why you little older neighbor meet you don't salute", "why the old dying the ngúng B nga ngúng ngoẩy as young Dick" ...

I brought my wife to papers and only the categories about the piece of unhappiness, the tragic story and social evils so that she understands what she is worth only daily lament is the pea. But she voraciously on the fashion, cosmetics and then would women entrepreneurs succeed, something my husband home one should continue to whine about the life of "failure". Can say what she can also infer then taken on and sit a short coal sighed.

I not only as victims but also as regular objects for every time his wife became terminally ill. At home, my wife followed me from the bedroom to the living room, from the bathroom to the dining room. If I go to the toilet, then his wife stood outside to catch me listening to her coal. I sat down to work his wife also sit in. "The day you always work that have seen me put those same. Did you know that market prices would ... would cost the ... two parents party new year death anniversary would ... bla bla bla ".

Frustrated with yourself don't do the wisdom I give Abort to down kitchen labour help stupid wife by cleaning and pulled out the dishwasher washing. His wife continued to take the "turtle but without success". "Do you know how much the other Emerald Bowl not that hard is it?", "why for many SOAP?", "cleaning by hand to wipe anyone back kick", "Oh, why are you clumsy, blesses you too" for German. I would nhèo Democrat in my ear the things that made me autosuggestion. Sometimes I see his dark life is a fucking real your pathetic do also not finished.

She didn't just whine to me about me, see who she also like coal. I go for coffee with a colleague from the other side of the desk clean, listen to the sounds are all grabbing my squinting with the content extremely familiar. My friends also have to jerk-blocking "ve heard so you're calling for somewhere, Sir." They are for my wife as "ve". What salt do to my husband as I.

The unspeakable suffering around me only my wife is terminally symptoms women that goes where I also hear the lament of the sisters, the brothers, the Mrs. It comes out with the bad, but since it seems like the "anthrax" became their inherent disease.

Each morning and afternoon to company I do, not on what was I not caught pictures of the beautiful young girl exposed Coordinator but often lamented together about a lover, the lover, about work, about the cynical reason, not the beginning not the end. They often tell each other: "Why I'm bored screamed," I hear that laughable. There are those today who are brain, focus planning suddenly jerks his blocking as cries of "Oh, I'm bored" her colleagues next. Asked her why, she slightly tênh voice, "just look at the sky then bored". It is true that "idle born frivolity" and born terminally ill such as wife.

The sisters have had the family lamented the less God than this little soil type. But for every morning to the company or the afternoon break, they look to gathered quite a market. They sit half mast, coal merchant together enough stuff. And the chorus whine about my husband, my husband's family, they work with coal from day in and day out, from September to December other excuses to not bored and never end. The sister of coal by mouth seems not enough also brought up the Forum, social network, established hundreds of "chopped" to compound the whimpering and pot-bellied, Oh ...Arriving at the House, yard-wide exercise, I ain't hard to find middle aged women are mother , grandmother wife, husband, mother, Grandma gather there. Thought they were running out of years of coal would still find them incredibly laments about the sons, daughter-in-law, ...

Perhaps a lot of men that sisters always idle trunk should not understand for my sister so strong. Actually, we like the sisters not Buffalo horse. Tired then we need to call upon, the tired la. But that the sisters should detail mechanisms. Rather than to the merits of sighs into chronic disease the cause my husband and the people around him tired. To meet her, don't see the fresh life that would bloom only see grey ngoét of the relative measure, men like li, then a sigh, tired, drink a beer and then go to bed to sleep straight leg to the next morning everything back into it.

I thought, don't know any moment the she suffered "anthrax" to try to put his status as people must hear the words throughout the night, morning ràm coffee from this day after day, month after month ... have feelings? Rather than as I listen to the first wife, the second to the third is already regarded as that's the automatic machine to broadcast the stuff that nobody wanted to hear.

Only the husband is to love his wife by conscience, salaries, and endure his wife by ... eardrum. Think and act like complete deep down I still like the other gentleman and even her sister wings "donation" to see how the restoration was "anthrax" this little Wing-man then we are also thanks to. I also wonder whether the world has still not made the Sisters "anthrax", difficult to cure it?=