>>44127248Imagine coming home to your wife Jasmine as the scent of burnt pork permeates the air. Jasmine is on the verge of tears.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to burn it, anon!" She cries.
There are inedible remains of what was supposed to be pork chops, beans, and mashed potatoes on a pair of plates. A dollop of completely edible applesauce in there too, from a jar in the fridge, as if that is somehow supposed to make things right. You are hungry. You are tired. You have had a miserable day at your generic blue collar job and this is not helping.
You sigh and say, "It’s ok baby, we can just order out tonight."
You kiss her on her humongous forehead. Jasmine begins to show a faint smile and says “Thank you for being the best husband ever”.
You plant a kiss on her lips, wipe away the salty tears on her cheek and suggest she go start the laundry while you clean up the kitchen. You smack her on the ass when she walks away which earns a squeal and a giggle from her.
“I really appreciate that she tried to make me dinner even though she doesn’t really know what she’s doing. I’m just glad she didn’t hurt herself during all of this”. You say to yourself as you hear the washing machine start up.
This is why you love Jasmine. This is why you get to make love to your wife every night and would never dream of cheating on her. She’s your whole world you couldn’t imagine life without her.
This is why Jasmine has a loving husband like you.
