He comes home normally 3 or 4 in the morning from the pub, the drunken sod.Grunts and grumbles that he's hungry and all that. It's bloody pathetic, he actslike a child, and even my child is more well behaved than that idiot. He'swasting my time, what am I even doing here? Why am I havin to put up with this fucking crap. He makes me sick, like a dirty dog, slobbering over the house withhis beer breath. I don't even know why I keep asking myself these questions. It'snot like I'll ever do anythin' about it, it's not like he'll ever change his dirty waysHe won't stop complainin' bout the house, bout the kids bout me. It's embarassin' you know, havin a husband like this. All the neighbours talkin'bout how broken ye family is. How stupid I am for stayin' with him. How lazywe are for not gettin' any decent jobs, How pathetic of us to keep on borrowin' money of em'. We're like scroungers.. but it's not like we're the only ones on theroad with no decent money, look at ol' Brenda there, begging her daughter fora few quids. and watabout' Scullery, the brown-noser, I don't see him living in a proper house with a roof on its ead'. It's frustratin' trying to raisea family with no bloody money, cos' your fuckin husband is too busy getting fuckin wasted.
I use to drink, but not muchwho doesn't sneak out to the pub when your parents ain't watchinbut this is just too much love. Drink's a bastard.It's ruinin our family,what's left of it. One day I think I'm gonna lose it. I've always felt likegrabbin my kids and leavin him to fall on his bum. Serves him right,after all he treats all of us like shit anyway, its no use trying to teach a dirty dog old tricks right. No point wishin for a better life, this is itand I've got to make the bloody most of it no matter what, I'm not gonnalet him win.
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