“My hubby was very angry”

That is what I hear every thursday from the same person. There are many versions to it but after a while, they sounded the same. Doesn’t matter whether the hubby was angry/displeased/whatever.

Every thursday, I repeat the same internal monologue to myself, “Fuck! Your hubby needs to go get himself a sense of humour or just some normal male genes.” At this rate, I may just blurt my thoughts out loud someday. And I will become the story that she told someone else, ending with, “My hubby was very angry.” Poor wuss! It must be so exhausting to be so angry and displeased all the time.

Anyway, question to self: Why do I subject myself to this nonsense? Cos the wife is not too bad. Nice enough.