Bitch.
Bitch.
Bitch.
I swear …
If there’s one part of being a woman that my former-husband-now-wife has fully embraced is the bitching.

If she misspeaks, she is corrected.
Harshly.
With a cane!
But still …
Bitch.
Bitch.
Bitch.
When she was my husband she was somewhat stoic.
But now …
Jesus Christ on a Golden Opulence cracker!
Bitchy St. McBitchface of Bitchburg, Arkansas.
And if I gotta hear …
One more time …
About high heels hurting her toes.
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