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is driving me crazy. Crazy!
You know what's wild?
I thought I married a nice man with a degree and functional hands.
And somehow, I am the only one in this house who knows how to
do anything.
He says, you do it better.
I don't know how to do any of this stuff.
Right? Because he refuses to learn.
Meanwhile, he leaves food everywhere. His clothes are all over the floor.
The sink is packed full of dishes.
Weaponized incompetence. I think they call it. I'm drowning.
And worst of all, I haven't come in two months.
I even started fantasizing about the handyman, Kyle.
He's so hot and sweet and competent.
I bet he's competent at other things, too.
My husband said marriage is a partnership.
I believe in it, but...
If I don't get a release, I'm worried I'll lose my mind.
I just need to come.
One time.
Honey? Honey, is that you?
I could really use a hand.
Honey?
Phillips, are you alright?
Kyle! Oh, yeah, sorry. I was just here to fix the washer.
I couldn't quite hear. Were you calling me?
It's okay. I'm sorry for yelling. I thought you were my husband.
I mean, is he home? That was a loud crash.
Yeah, right?
He's probably upstairs somewhere, you know, napping with his headphones on.
Nothing's going to wake him up.
Well, I mean, do you need a hand? I can help you out. Don't want you to hurt
yourself.
That's really nice, Carol.
You know, if you really want help, there's something you can
do that would be really, really helpful.
What do you think?
Your husband's a really sound sleeper, huh?
Yeah, he doesn't hear.
anything with those headphones on.
Is that the right tool for the job? Oh, I definitely think this is the perfect
tool for the job.
Yeah, just like that.
Just disappears in there.
I like making things up, yeah.
Some mouth I've been wondering what it feels like since I've been coming over
here
Stop it, Henry.
Yeah. Yeah.
Thank you.
Yeah, I do.
That fucking took deep inside me.
Yeah. Yeah.
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