My wife left me. Her excuse: you need to get a stable job.
I know what you’re thinking: this is a story about a dead beat. Well you couldn’t be more wrong. I don’t drink, I don’t smoke, weed makes me want to vomit and the sight of salt alone makes me want to pass out. I know that I sound like an eleven year old girl but 38 years of asthma will do that to guy. You do not want things going up your nose or into your mouth.
Anyway, back to my traitor of a wife. I do have a job; it’s just that she doesn’t like my job; which I find extremely unfair and I’ll tell you why: we met while I was on a job, actually a job for her. Her father had just died and I was the guy that was digging his grave. My personal best actually. Took me less than two hours.
Anyway, what I find unfair is that she knew exactly what I did for a living and yet, she married me anyway; so I don’t see reason in her making me choose between her and my job when my job is the only reason we met in the first place.
Then there’s the issue of a stable job. Clearly, I did not marry a smart woman, my job is literally one of the most stable jobs in the entire world. People die all the time.
These days, my life is a disaster. All I hear are those two words: stable job! Stable job! Stable job! Stable job! Stable job! I am figuratively three seconds away from completely losing my mind.
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