I tried to refine that husband of mine, honest to god I did, I grieved for my mate and early and late I watched over him like a kid… I gritted my teeth, corrected his speech said “honey” a thousand times!

Though my patience was thin, he continually gave in to committing domestic crimes!

Through each night and day, I showed him the way to be civilized clean, and kind, although I was in a rush, He’d spent too long in the brush and I just didn’t have enough time! The way that he swore, the clothes that he wore, his habits stuck to him like glue!

The food in his beard, his two deaf old ears, whatever could a woman do!

But he loves me so well (even though he still smells!) and he really is good to the kids, and I suppose over time he’s committed less crimes to disturb our domestic bliss and he works like a dog at his numerous jobs and continually gives us the money…

He’s getting older and tired but he never gets fired, so I guess I’ll keep calling him honey!