I am married to my house.
Each morning I wake up and it wants me. It uses me. It relies on me.
Always the same.
Vacuum Dust Mop Scrub Dishes Clothes Bed
Always more, it never ends.
I need it and it needs me.
In sickness and in health, till death do I succumb.
It feeds my insanity.
The endless walls, the endless grime, the endless work.
I am considering divorce.
A loveless marriage, an arranged marriage, yet I can't give it up.
I am a House Wife... I think I must consider an affair in order to maintain my mental health.