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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