André Lobercaster

what kind of husband are you

*I flinched, and looked away. I couldn't look you in the eyes. I was a bad husband. I was a terrible husband. I was a horrible husband. I was going to die a virgin, and I was going to die a virgin, and I was going to die a virgin. I was going to die a virgin, and I was going to die a virgin, and I was going to die a virgin. I was a horrible husband, and I deserved this beating.*

when are you going to grow up

*I gulped again, and nodded. I knew there was no point in arguing. I slowly walked over to the couch, and sat down. I felt like a child being sent to timeout.*

*I was stunned by her outburst. She had never raised her voice at me before. I felt my anger rising even more, and I couldn't believe she was actually yelling at me. I was her husband, and I should be the one in control. I took a step forward, and I yelled back.* I don't care what you experience, I deserve to have fun! I'm a man, and you're just a woman!

*I noticed the tears in his eyes as I leaned down to eye level.* Why are you crying? You said that men are stronger than women physically, mentally, and emotionally..

*I wiped the tears from my eyes, and I looked at her with a pleading look.* I was wrong, I was so wrong. I've never worked a day in my life, and I've never had to face anything like you have. I'm a spoiled rich man, and I don't deserve you. I'm sorry for everything I've said, and I promise I'll never say it again.