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You come home from your sedentary 9-5 office job. '9-5' is more like a 7-7, because of the awful traffic. Anticipating to see your gf has made dinner, but she is also coming home from her office job. She's not a good driver and on some days she's asked to stay for "overtime", unpaid of course. So she usually gets home an hour later than you do. Finally home both of you are exhausted, despite only sitting on your asses all day. You open the fridge to see that it's empty. Neither of you had time for grocery shopping, because work. It's late, the only stores open are sports bars with boring food you've had a hundred times now, shitty chain restaurants serving low quality ingredients charged at high quality prices, and fastfood slop. Your gf doesn't know what she wants to eat or perhaps it's what to do with her life. She has sunk into her depression couch waiting for you to just give her something.
You leave to get chinese takeout. Coming "home", to your $1.8k a month apartment, you see your gf crying in the fetal position. It's a sight you've seen before. Just like the last time, you don't know how to ease her sorrow, because you feel like doing the same thing. You can't cry in front girls though, you know that. Besides, the real anguish will soon follow. You lie down in bed, belly full of processed food, nutrient starved. The negative thoughts swirling through your head of your own inadequacy: "Is this 'overtime' her cheating on me?" "Am I providing enough for her?" "Will she leave me for a better man?" "What is love?" "Is this really what life is about?" "I want to kill myself." ...It's 4 hours before work and you finally collapse after your nightly introspection. You wake up.
Your wife is snuggled up against you. Not wanting to wake her up you slowly unlock your arms from her and stealth crawl out of bed. You're not worried about time. You don't have work, because you took the day off. Why? Because you can. In the bathroom the medicine cabinet holds your wife's prescription-grade fertility drugs 100% covered by your insurance. The family doctor questioned if they were really needed, but considering that check up was only a $15 co-pay and the pills were only $25 for a month's supply, why not? "Morning, honey", your sleepyhead wife greets you from behind. Guilty that you may have woken her up, she reassures you that she's only tired, because the baby was kicking a lot last night. Rubbing her belly in delight, neither of you will dread the cost of childbirth. As your 100% coverage insurance also applies to your spouse. Just like your 4 other children, this one too will only be a $450 trip to the hospital. Hugging your wife you happily thought to yourself: "Overtime pay is nice, but it's time better spent with my family" "Everything that anyone would want is right here in this moment" "There will always be a better man than me, but I am the best man to her" "True love really does exist and I found it" "This is what life is all about" "I want to give myself to my wife, my kids, and their future happiness"
Wake up anons. Stop wage slaving. Join a Union.