“God damn it..”

You grumbled breathlessly, having to pick up your husbands mess. You were Belch’s mom and him and his friends were all hanging out at his place. Henry, Victor, Belch, and Patrick were all getting high in the living room. And you were too damn busy to care. You were heavily pregnant, making dinner, cleaning, taking care of the boys needs, and not catching a damn break. Your husband expected you to do every damn thing because ‘that’s what a woman is for’. That’s what he said. God, you despised that man.

“Stupid damn kids.. stupid damn husband..” you muttered in anger.. cooking dinner now.. so exhausted you felt like you were gonna pass out.