I’m in my comfy chair TRYING to put this story to bed. I’m SO close. What does hubby do? Comes in, turns the TV on LOUD and worse? He’s listening to fucking politics. :huh:

How rude :stfu:

I fled to my office because shit. The TV was bad enough, but I’m trying to write which is difficult when my blood pressure starts rising due to rampant stupidity flooding from the lips of dumbasses.

I think I’d rather watch the damn Teletubbies or something equally as horrifying…