Now you're drinking far too much, and she's drinking far too much, and the house looks like shit.
I drink. I drink a lot.
A wife would not put up with my habits, and would no doubt grow bitter at me not changing. Because love is supposed to do that.
Now, I could marry a woman that drank a lot. And it might be good sometimes.
But then she's drinking at seven in the morning because you're drinking, and you're drinking because she likes to drink around eleven. And so on.
Now you're drinking far too much, and she's drinking far too much, and the house looks like shit.
There is also the fact that most women who drink are fun for the first hour or so, then become needier and illogical as the drinking continues. Illogical or emotional, flip a coin.
I need a maid maybe, not a wife.
-jj
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