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>You're cooking the dinner when you hear the door roughly open and the slam closed
>It's your wife
>She's walks into the living room and drops her heavy bag of tools on the floor
>Then she kicks off her muddy boots
>The dust from her bag and mud from her boots has already stained the carpet you just vacuumed an hour ago
>You frown and she stares daggers at you, giving you that, "Don't you fucking start." look
>You sigh and pick up and put away her bag and boots
>You walk back in and she has strewn her dirty sweaty clothes about the room
>You pick them up without question, the smell of her sweaty body fills the room
>She slams her filthy feet on the clean coffee table
>Without looking up she grunts, "Get the lotion."
>You come back in and give her a foot massage, the smell is awful
>You finish as she grunts, "Dinner."
>You bring in her dinner you cooked on a tray and turn on the TV
>She flicks through the channels and occasionally burps up bits of food
>You're going to have to clean extra hard tomorrow
>She finishes dinner and you clean and wash up
>She goes to the fridge and takes out a twelve pack, drinking them all within half an hour
>She stumbles back into the kitchen later, very drunk and picks you up
>You don't even attempt to fight back
>She brings you upstairs and has rough sex with your body as if it were a toy
>She falls asleep, still filthy as she hasn't washed since she got home
>You sigh as you pull up the little bit of cover you have to yourself
>You fall asleep to the sound of her loud snoring
>In the corner of the room on a chain is a machamp, it's very thankful it had the night off
