Hey, Big Brother Beer!!

Here’s a problem that I’m dealing with. Maybe you can help.

I’m a newlywed, working two jobs, while my wife finishes college. We’re scraping by, barely, but the problem isn’t financial. It’s the constant barrage of insults and negativity from my wife.

I’m home for less than an hour between jobs, and I barely have time to shower and change clothes, let alone to clean the kitchen or mow grass. But every night I get my ass chewed for either for doing “a piss poor job” on something or for not doing something that I didn’t have time to do. She seems to think that since she’s taking classes, that I should also be doing all the house and yard work, presumably on my one day off a week. When she graduates she thinks she’ll be “making enough money to buy three guys to replace me”, although how she’s going to do this with a psychology degree is beyond me.

I’m just about at my wits end. I know that finishing a degree can be stressful, but am I out of line in thinking that she owes me at least a little gratitude? Her parents have had zero contact with her in all the years I’ve known her. The only reason she’s able to pursue her degree is my willingness to support her. But her behavior lately has given me second thoughts about everything, including our marriage.

Signed,
Tired Of This Shit

First of all, TOTS, do you want me to make you feel better, or tell you what I think you should do? Never mind. You know what? You’re gonna get both. Whether you like it or not.

First, the feel-better:

Yes, your wife’s behavior is unacceptable. No, you’re not out of line by expecting a little gratitude.

Now, the what-you-should-do:

Why you are still with this horrible woman is beyond me. Leave. Kick her out. Whatever. My first instinct was to eviscerate you for being so spineless that you felt you needed someones permission to leave this poor excuse for a female. But if your letter is accurate, then you’ve probably taken your share of ass chewings for this decade and the next one.

But then again, if you wanted to leave, you would’ve fucking done it by now.

So what am I supposed to here, TOTS?? Make you feel better about being being this awful, soulless bitch’s bitch? I don’t think that’s possible. And you don’t need permission from me or anyone else to change the water you’re treading in. Do you just want someone to feel sorry for you? You’re not gonna get that here, so why ask me?

Is it possible that the tale, if painted with the brush of reality, isn’t quite so favoring of the teller? See, That’s my guess. I think that if you gave me your address, and I showed up and put eyeballs on the situation, that your ass would be living a different lie than the one your mouth has told me here. I’m just mad that it took me this long to figure it out.

So, in conclusion, TOTS, once you’ve seen this floating in the etherwebs, if you feel I’ve misjudged you, feel free to drop me another note. But just remember: My bullshit detector gets better with age. Lucky for you this is the only letter I got this week.

Hugs and Kisses,
Your Big Brother Beer

P.S. I would LOVE to hear your thoughts on this one!! All correspondence guaranteed confidential.

bigbrotherbeer@gmail.com

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