I mean she can be very good to me like every evening when i come home she has dinner ready and she irons me a fresh shirt every morning. Yesterday she had all the lawns cut, the dog walked and breakfast in bed this morning was delicious…

It’s just that, at night, just when I’m drifting off to sleep, she leans into my ear….and says “Die you bastard die”

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