I'm writing this to express my gratitudes towards my husband (No, he did not force me to write this...).
My husband is not the most handsome guy in the world or the world's richest man. In fact, he always borrows my money. Neither is he the smartest guy or the most understanding and the most sensitive and considerate male species. But I am still grateful coz he loves me alot and tries to do as...errrr..he is told. Nevermind the smelly socks on the living room sofa or the underwear hanging from the bedroom chair at home after work. Or the burping and farting in the car. Or the numerous times he plays deaf when I call or talk to him. That's still alright...Things could be alot worse...like having an abuser, or a desserter, or a cheater as a husband...So, I guess I'm okay.
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