"Fuck!"
"Language, dear."
"How can you say that? I've put up with this shit for the ten years that we've been married. 'Language, dear.' Over and over again. But you're not the boss of me anymore!"
"Dear, don't make a scene."
"Don't make a scene? Are you afraid of what your fucking boyfriend is going to think of me? What the fuck do I care? Year after year, I let you fucking take over my life. You don't like smoking. Fine, I give it up. You hate swearing. No big deal. You try to turn me into some meek, pathetic thing so you can walk all over me. Well, no more! I'm out of here, and you better believe that ass of yours is getting a divorce!"
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Nice. Short and to the point, just the way I likes it.
The conversation I ALWAYS want to have.
Except its missing a few things from my ideal conversation. I'll leave it at that.
Cause I want YOU to figure it out!
Yikes! Now there is some pent up aggression there! He's lucky she let only verbally :P
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