I dote having Alzheimers. Especially in this day and age.
Determinately, with the aegis of the state, we can postulate our role as the dominate phrenic illness. We can beat the shit out of our spouses, emotionally torment them, even cheat on them and there is nothing they can do about it.
For example, my spouse thought of filing for a divorce a little over a year ago when he discovered I was mentally ill. I wasn't even ignominious when he ambulated in on me shitting in the bathtub, because I was sick of her and her bullshit inability to slake me sexually. I perpetuated to shit in sundry places around the house for weeks after she ascertained, sometimes even while my wife was home. She had to heedfully auricularly discern me moaning authentic hard as I pinch out fresh shit while she slumbered on the couch. She eventually lost it and smacked me, giving me just the justification I needed to press assault charges and file for a restraining order. Under advice of licit counsel, I cleaned out our joint checking account and froze it and froze our credit cards while he was in confinement, to obviate her from being able to hire a competent lawyer.
Yesterday, I was awarded full owenership of the house, A sultry incipient Filipino Caregiver who gives me blowjobs for an extra 30 dollars a day, and she even lets me shit anywhere I optate. All this for being able to take a smack across the face ;)
She whined like a little girl to the judge, claiming I had alzheimers and was mentally ill, She had to get a roommate because she can't afford to rent a dormitory by herself and pay the caregiver and me what she owes me. Lamentable.
