When I thought I was going mad…


Crumbles…everywhere I mo.ve I see and feel crumbles. I hate crumbles.

He knows that very well and yet he still leaves them. Crumbles.

Did I mention that I despise any kind of crumbles? They are disgusting and annoying. Completely redundant in a clean and neat house.

So why does he insist on being a slob and leaving crumbles everywhere? This is simply beyond me. I cannot comprehend what is he thinking. Men, they certainly lack a screw or two, it’s like a completely different species from us, women.

How in the world we manage to communicate at the end of the day I have no idea, but I swear, sometimes and I mean more often than not, he makes me so angry that I feel like I’m losing my mind and going mad.


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