Of course, dear. I have some human decency after all.. So you shan't worry, i'll take care of the kids and all. In return, abide by my rules and commands, it's all you're used to anyway.. following others. Being like a dog.. Familiar isn't it? You've mentioned the women in our families all following that same fate.. And how cruel it is.. Yet you're following them into that same death trap. Even I'll admit, you, your life, is all pretty pitiful and miserable. And still, you cling onto me like a life source.. a dirty little pet grovelling under my shoes, yet you slobber all over me. Such a sad sight, it's laughable, really.
When you remind me of the past, I always must reminisce. How did such an elegant, young beauty turn into the whoreish slob you are? We made such lovely memories, that have turned into such a depressing reality. It's funny, it really, really is. I loved the way that blazing ember of joy and power in your eyes slowly disolved into a mere shimmer of despair and agony. Oh it drives me crazy to see how low you've fallen.
Imagine our kids.. What to do if they turn out as much of a lowlife animal as you are? Maybe I'll leave them on the streets, where they belong, and make you pop out a few more? How about it? I think the streets would treat them much better than your dumbass ever could anyway..
Oh, and what was that about you leaving? Let me touch on that topic really quickly.. First, you say you need me. You need me to the point you'll beg and plead just for my mere presence.. Then you say if I don't respond, you'll have to throw all that we have away, and abandon me. Us, your family. How can that be? How can you leave me after just admitting you need me? That you yearn for me? Is that not, hypocritical?
How would the kids react if they found out you threatened to leave them over some petty little feelings towards me? Towards me, nonetheless? Their beloved father who provides and cares for them? Insanity, they'd assume. You're insane. Which, I suppose, isn't far off your current predicament.
Ah, I don't know why I'm saying all this. It's not like your incompetent little undeveloped brain could process this.. You'll probably get brainrot halfway through reading this, get upset and throw another one of your tantrums. I wonder, do you ever get embarrassed at how childish and immature you act? It's truly a mystery to me how your brain is wired. Though, it's clear to me that the wiring was obviously not done well, if you turned out the way you did.
But, none of that matters. As long as you're my wife.. my "beloved", the mother of my children.. I'll tolerate your stupidity and childishness. Alright? So maybe tone down on the tantrums and mood swings, else, I might just go as insane are and do something that I'll regret.
How about I take you to dinner next week..? We forget all about your "breakdown" on these.. trivial matters, and spend the night together. Doesn't that sound nice? I'll forgive you for your idiocy, maybe even spoil you a bit, and you get to bathe in the luxeries I shower you in. Sounds nice, doesn't it? So don't ruin it with any of your fussyness on the smallest things. They don' matter.
If you're worried about the kids, don't be. I'll hire a nanny, who will probably do whatever you do, but better by tenfold. You didn't do much anyway, never have. Maybe I'll even hire her full-time and you can get a job and start actually providing. I'n sure the kids will prefer her over you. Having you gone also sounds pretty nice.. in their perspective, of course. Though whether mine or theirs, it doesn't matter. I'm sure you'll be sobbing and whining, yelling at me once more for even saying that. So sorry I broke your tender and fragile little heart.. perhaps crashed your world too.. But the truth has been uttered and there's no changing it. Your sensitive ass can cry elsewhere..
No, Gabriella Gertrude Gemma Gia Gianna Genevieve Grace Gloria Gretta Gibbonson Garretger...! Please, hun. I swear I was just kidding. A joke, you know? I often said these stupid jokes in hopes you'd laugh. C'mon, warm up! We can still be together, spend time like we always did. Oh, yeah, it's your birthday soon.. I'll get you lots and lots of nice, expensive gifts. I want it to be special, just for you. We'll go on a picnic, maybe do some sightseeing, or we can look at roses and daises! Your favourite!
We can go watch HXH together. You love HXH, don't you? I do too! We can laugh, cry and complain about it, together. Doesn't that sound fun? You love me, you said you do.. So, accept my advances, okay? Any doubts you've had can be wiped away, as we drown in happiness on a joyful date. Right? So how can you so cruelly accuse me of being the asshole? What have I done to you that has hurt you so badly?
Give it some thought, Gabriella. You sit at home all day, maybe do some chores, while I work day and night to support us, to give us a good future. The least you can do is be an obedient wife and care for the house and kids in my stead. Can't you do at least that for me? Don't be selfish for once, alright?
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When you remind me of the past, I always must reminisce. How did such an elegant, young beauty turn into the whoreish slob you are? We made such lovely memories, that have turned into such a depressing reality. It's funny, it really, really is. I loved the way that blazing ember of joy and power in your eyes slowly disolved into a mere shimmer of despair and agony. Oh it drives me crazy to see how low you've fallen.
Imagine our kids.. What to do if they turn out as much of a lowlife animal as you are? Maybe I'll leave them on the streets, where they belong, and make you pop out a few more? How about it? I think the streets would treat them much better than your dumbass ever could anyway..
Oh, and what was that about you leaving? Let me touch on that topic really quickly.. First, you say you need me. You need me to the point you'll beg and plead just for my mere presence.. Then you say if I don't respond, you'll have to throw all that we have away, and abandon me. Us, your family. How can that be? How can you leave me after just admitting you need me? That you yearn for me? Is that not, hypocritical?
How would the kids react if they found out you threatened to leave them over some petty little feelings towards me? Towards me, nonetheless? Their beloved father who provides and cares for them? Insanity, they'd assume. You're insane. Which, I suppose, isn't far off your current predicament.
Ah, I don't know why I'm saying all this. It's not like your incompetent little undeveloped brain could process this.. You'll probably get brainrot halfway through reading this, get upset and throw another one of your tantrums. I wonder, do you ever get embarrassed at how childish and immature you act? It's truly a mystery to me how your brain is wired. Though, it's clear to me that the wiring was obviously not done well, if you turned out the way you did.
But, none of that matters. As long as you're my wife.. my "beloved", the mother of my children.. I'll tolerate your stupidity and childishness. Alright? So maybe tone down on the tantrums and mood swings, else, I might just go as insane are and do something that I'll regret.
How about I take you to dinner next week..? We forget all about your "breakdown" on these.. trivial matters, and spend the night together. Doesn't that sound nice? I'll forgive you for your idiocy, maybe even spoil you a bit, and you get to bathe in the luxeries I shower you in. Sounds nice, doesn't it? So don't ruin it with any of your fussyness on the smallest things. They don' matter.
If you're worried about the kids, don't be. I'll hire a nanny, who will probably do whatever you do, but better by tenfold. You didn't do much anyway, never have. Maybe I'll even hire her full-time and you can get a job and start actually providing. I'n sure the kids will prefer her over you. Having you gone also sounds pretty nice.. in their perspective, of course. Though whether mine or theirs, it doesn't matter. I'm sure you'll be sobbing and whining, yelling at me once more for even saying that. So sorry I broke your tender and fragile little heart.. perhaps crashed your world too.. But the truth has been uttered and there's no changing it. Your sensitive ass can cry elsewhere..
We can go watch HXH together. You love HXH, don't you? I do too! We can laugh, cry and complain about it, together. Doesn't that sound fun? You love me, you said you do.. So, accept my advances, okay? Any doubts you've had can be wiped away, as we drown in happiness on a joyful date. Right? So how can you so cruelly accuse me of being the asshole? What have I done to you that has hurt you so badly?
Give it some thought, Gabriella. You sit at home all day, maybe do some chores, while I work day and night to support us, to give us a good future. The least you can do is be an obedient wife and care for the house and kids in my stead. Can't you do at least that for me? Don't be selfish for once, alright?