Today's Heartfelt and Woeful Lament - Trouble Every Day

My insignifigant other and I have known each other for nineteen years, shacking up for seventeen. We have thirteen beautiful young children, a nice house in a great golfing community and I don’t have to work work. With all that I have, I don’t have the right to be uncontent, do I?

My insignifigant other is not an ungood person. She’s very mild mannered and laissez faire, except in the sack. She is a really stupendous ball of fire there. It takes a lot for her to start yelling. She never beats me or says harmful phrases designed to wound my pride. She doesn’t think, do things, amble about or spend copious wads of money. Why am I uncontent?

She just doesn’t view the void. Up until a couple months ago, she would come home from work and not speak to me (in language, at least) for the whole evening. She would just sit there smouldering, like a live Modigliani. After fighting about this (and other things), she’s been trying to talk to me about work, her staff, her boss, etc., and even about the gosh-darn weather. But I have so much resentment built up over these years of her not viewing the void, that every word that comes out of her big, expressive, luscious mouth sounds so rehearsed and fake that it doesn’t do anything.

Besides the not viewing the void thing, I’m just fed up. I do everything around here. I do all the art, all the film-making, all the sculpture, and anytime a bauble needs repairs, I have to make a call or I do it myself. I do literally all of the golfing. My insignifigant other is not a Handy Woman With a Putter. I’m actually far, far handier than she is! Basically, all my insignifigant other does is provide a gigantic paycheck and non-stop exteme sexual gratification. Is that all there is to shacking up? What am I doing ? I don’t even know if I want to do amateur sculpture any more.

I can’t even tell you when the last time we made a bronze cast together was. I can’t talk to any of my friends about this (those beer-swilling idiots!), and my parents side with her. They are mesmerized by her extreme sensual good looks and money. They said that if I leave, I won’t be able to find another insignificant other like her (probably right), especially since I have thirteen young ones and huge debilitating art bills.

Sorry for the long message, y'all. Just needed to place to write down my feelings and perhaps get some chromatic feedback before I go totally berserk and start to lope about the house like a gorilla on speed.