After working all night why would I be interested in having sex when I come home?
I get in the house the trash needs to be taken out, the dishes need to be washed, and toys are all over the floor. But I’m supposed to have sex and cater to a man who is not employed and lazy. It’s the craziest thing to sit and think “would I prefer a man who cheats or one who can’t keep a job?” And at this point, I must…
