A man of my acquaintance turned near bankruptcy into near billions. He works all the time. He calls his wife all the time, tells her he loves her all the time. There's not a second of the day she doesn't know where he is and what he's doing.
She receives Aston Martins on Valentine's Day. She takes summers in Bermuda. She writes cheques (big cheques) to any dopey political or social cause she wants.
But what she never does is have a hot meal waiting for her husband when he gets home after an eighteen hour day.
He orders in pizza. Or he stops for KFC. Or he just goes without.
The man licks her arse and grills her cheese, but she can't so much as fry him an egg. But I'm the only one unhappy about it.
Fried eggs and bacon from here [link]
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