>>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 pissed off. You have had a miserable day at your generic blue collar job and this is not helping.
You scream out, "Bitch, I work my ass off all day and spend my money on nice food so you can burn it like a fucking moron?!?"
You smack her upside her humongous forehead. Jasmine falls out of her chair, weeping now. She manages to say, "I'm sorry, anon. I'm sorry!" Between long, deep sobs.
She does not even try to stand up for herself, to say you shouldn't smack her, or that she did her best, or even that you're overreacting. No, she just whispers, "I'm sorry..." again and sulks off to the laundry room. You let out a low growl.
"Spineless cunt", you mutter under your breath as you go to the freezer to warm up some hot pockets.
This is why you don't respect Jasmine. This is why you can get away with being a dick to her. This is why you cheat on her and don't even try to hide it. This is why Jasmine has a shitty husband like you.
