Man up
I make more then you
Your married
Get a full time
Or go to school
No more part time please
I work a 9-5 job
Every day except Sundays
And sometimes a random day in the week
I come home and I feel like shit
I'm to tired to cook or clean
I don't get home till 6 or 7 it's an hour drive to and from work
I want to cry
I don't have energy to cook or clean
And there you are laying in bed
I should just act single
Do what I always do
Look out for me
I'm not putting all my eggs in one basket
I maybe married
But it doesn't feel that way
I give rent
I buy the groceries
I put money aside so he can have gas and a lil something to eat
I need gas in my car
I need food
And I buy all the gifts
I don't even look forward to date nights because I pay
But I hate staying home
I hate just coming home and just being drained there too
He can't keep a conversation
I'm just drained
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