Ann Landers received a page from the audience that went similar to this:
Dear Ann Landers:
Her home appears as though they’d moved in yesterday. She never ever cooks dinner. All things are in cans or frozen. Her young ones consume sent-in meals. Yet this slob’s spouse treats her like a Dresden doll. He calls her“Pet and“Poopsie”,” and covers the phone with a blanket as he would go to work so she will get her remainder. On weekends the laundry is done by him as well as the advertising.
I wake up at 6 a.m. and fix my husband’s breakfast. We make their tops since the people within the shops “don’t fit right.” If my better half ever emptied a wastebasket, I’d faint. When once I phoned him in the office and asked him to choose a loaf up of bread on their means house, he swore at me personally for five full minutes. The greater you will do for a person, the less he appreciates you. (more…)