Sometimes I wonder why men and women are so different.

"Come eat breakfast with me." Sure. The food I cooked, the dishes I washed.

"Come eat dinner with me." Oh, well I'm a little busy. See this video game is more important than eating dinner with you. Regardless of the upcoming week, knowing that we don't get to really spend anytime together.

Shit sitting down like a real family is a fucking joke. The only thing he's on time for is fucking.

Where is the husband that doesn't mind eating with you?
Where is the husband that enjoys a Sunday with his wife?
Where is the husband that really valves Q.T.?

When you see him, ask him if he'll come eat dinner with me.!?