Ann Landers received a page from the audience that went similar to this:
Dear Ann Landers:
Her household appears as though they’d moved in yesterday. She never ever cooks meals. All things are in cans or frozen. Her young ones consume food that is sent-in. Yet this slob’s spouse treats her like a Dresden doll. He calls her“Pet and“Poopsie”,” and covers the phone by having a blanket as he would go to work therefore she will get her remainder. On weekends he does the washing while the advertising.
I get right up at 6 a.m. and fix my husband’s breakfast. We make their tops as the people in the shops “don’t fit right.” If my better half ever emptied a wastebasket, I’d faint. As soon as whenever I phoned him at the office and asked him to choose up a loaf of bread on their means house, he swore at me for five full minutes. The greater you will do for a person, the less he appreciates you. Continue reading