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Dearest Husband, aka stupid insensitive asshat

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Hello there honey,
I know it's 2 am and you're trying to sleep, but you know what, SO AM I.
But I can't. Why you ask? Oh wait, you didn't ask. I'll tell you anyway.
I am in excruciating pain. I am doubled over, throwing up, crying, in the
worst pain I can ever remember being in (since last month around this time
at least) and you're being an asshole.
I'm writhing around in pain and you wake up enough to say "what the fuck
is your problem?" I tell you I'm in severe pain and beg you to make it stop.
You responding with, "what the fuck do you want ME to do about it?"
I'LL TELL YOU WHAT I WANT YOU TO DO ABOUT IT! DON'T BE A JERK TO ME!
I wake up with you when you have a cold, or anxiety attacks, or just can't
sleep...and you're going to cop an attitude with me when I feel like someone
is stabbing a knife into my uterus every 30 seconds?
I know this gets old, believe me, it gets old for me too. You think I enjoy
not being able to sleep at night for a week out of every month? You think I enjoy
taking so many painkillers that I'm nauseous and dizzy ALL the time, but yet they
do NOTHING for my pain? I DON'T! I WANT YOU SIT UP WITH ME, RUB MY BACK, TELL ME IT
WILL BE OK! IT'S PRETTY SIMPLE REALLY, BE MY HUSBAND AND NOT A JACKASS.
I know you're sound asleep again by now, forgotten the tearful exchange I just
had with you, while I'm out here at the computer, barely able to sit up.
Goodnight,
Your wife
(But not for long if you can't learn to accept this and help me through it)
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