Gas Unleaded Verbal Libations Volume 2 | Page 5

"My lane...MY LANE is Dinner parties, $25,000 a plate charity events for kids, pets and vets, home decorating, painting socials and such. Keeps a wife busy work, no time to process the pain that is reckless abandonment. A lot of “Great job dear!” Mistletoe and pine trees, fresh baked pumpkin pie smell covers the snitch of bullshit in the air. Christmas in May and lies in July.......No I am not degreed up the ass and PHD ed down to my socks but what I am is knowledged and learned enough to recognize the same soul in different people. I know your soul and that my fried is a God given gift not a paid for master's. You are rotten down to the core and you know that I know that there ain't no remedy for that. The issue is and remains you! Your lack luster approach to your wife's role is nothing more than a weak attempt at deflection. Your sensational use of noun and verb agreements does nothing to divert. I am immune to that head play at this point in our relationship. I know my roles and I serve them well. You on the other hand have a lot of work to do. I will not be disrespected in this fashion Jarvis! I will not! I am packing our things, mine and the kids and we are leaving this place immediately. You can call Bonquisha to pick, stuff and roast your turkey this Thanksgivings and see how she protects and serves your family name on knees, feet and toes.” She storms off mumbling.

“Talking to me like I am some Boo Boo the Fool! I'm suppose to protect and serve while you plunder and pillage the village. Can kiss my ass. Ain't no money printed in this world worth me ducking and dodging herpes and nasty women diseases!"

Dinner parties, $5,000 plate charities events for kids, pets and vets, home decorating painting socials keeps a wife busy. No time to process the pain that is reckless abandonment. A lot of “Great job dear!” Mistletoe and pine trees, fresh baked pumpkin pie smell covers the snitch of bullshit in the air. Christmas in May and lies in July.......

You are right, I am not degreed up the ass and PHD ed down to my socks but what I am is knowledged and learned enough to recognize the same soul in different people, I know your soul and that my fried is a God given gift not a paid master. You are rotten down to the core and you know that I know that there ain't no remedy for that.....

“The issue is and remains to be you! Your lack luster approach to your wife's role is nothing more than a weak attempt at defection. Your sensational use of noun and verb agreements does nothing to divert. I am immune to that head play at this point in our relationship. I know my roles and I serve them well, you on the other hand have a lot of work to do. I will not be disrespected in this fashion Jarvis! I will not! I am packing our things, mine and the kids and we are leaving this place immediately. You can call Bonquisha to pick, stuff and roast your turkey this Thanksgivings and see how she protects and serves your family name on knees, feet and toes.” She storms off mumbling “Talking to me like I am some Boo Boo the Fool! I'm suppose to protect and serve while you plunder and pillage a village. Can kiss my ass. Ain't no money printed in this world worth me ducking and dodging herpes and nasty women diseases.

In a land where everything runs on power generated by their husbands, these women aren't powerless. Tune in next month for the Drama series that is "Throphy Wives".

Everyhting that blings ain't real.