"When People Get Married and Their Marriage Lasts and Lasts and Lasts, Does That Mean They Just Never Get to Experience Heartbreak Again? What a Sad Thought."

A rare moment. None of the children were screaming, nothing to rush to, money in the bank. He remembered, for an instant, he loved her.

I've been writing a story about a man who purposely makes life difficult for his wife. He screws the lids back on the jars too tightly. He places things high up on shelves and out of her reach. He packs bags so they are too heavy. He does this so that she will need him. For special occasions, like before his birthday or their anniversary, he will rewire the engine in her car and remove necessary parts of the dishwasher.

I'm not sure how it will end. Perhaps his extreme need for her attention and affection and his inability to express this will slowly tear them apart as she gets frustrated with her things 'mysteriously' breaking and her lack of independence while always needing his help to do things for her. Or maybe he'll accidentally kill her.

Having babies means giving up sushi and caffiene and alcohol and go karts and all the other things that make life worth living. But the good news is, you get to vomit all the time.
If you're not the person giving birth, this would be a great time to say "You're doing awesome" ...and then faint.
If any of you are looking to make babies, or if you have a baby on the way (Ahem, Mr. Horton)
You should watch this