I'm tired! I hate mornings, for that matter I hate evenings to.nnI hate him!nnWho?nnMy husband of course….HATE! HATE!nnWhy?nnBecause, I'm an irrational, spiteful bitch. BITCH! BITCH! BITCH!nnIf I'm the bitch, why do I hate my husband, it can't be his fault can it? Why can't it be his fault he's alive isn't he. Not that I want him dead, god forbid that, but if he'd never been born, then I could not hate him. Perhaps, if he'd been born a woman, maybe I'd understand him. I don't understand men, men are strange, but then again, I don't even understand myself.nn"I don't like you Doctor Samuel!" I'd like to tell him, I hate you Doctor Samuel, but I'm afraid of Doctor Samuel, did I tell you I'm afraid of my husband? A wife shouldn't be afraid of her husband, should she?