I hate the cigarettes, beer, pot, coke, gambling, porn, online flirting, playing videos til 2 am, a bottle of cola a day, a bag of chips a day, avoiding the doctor for 20 years, rotten teeth, only 2 showers a week, and the lying.
I hate it all!
But evidently, I'm a baad wife for hating it all. As long as there is a roof over my head, I shouldn't complain. SIGH.
Why do I care? This is the person I want/ed to grow old with. What kind of quality of life is he going to have when he's old? Am I selfish for asking where does that leave me?
With his family history of heart disease, HTN, hypercholesterolemia, diabetes and cancer in addition to his lifestyle, he's going be a diabetes-induced-one-legged-wheelchair-bound, oxygen-tank-toating, broke old man by the time he's 60.
I'm pissed. I'm sorry, but I am.
Thanks for listening.