I am just a large, hairy child.
Sadly.
Life is full of all sorts of details, little things like . . . oh, say, insurance, bills, etc. These are overwhelming matters for me. So I repress them, pretend like they aren't there. Even forgetting about them.
Leaving my poor wife to drowned in them.
So, this is my confession. I am irresponsible. And pretty darn selfish. And, in some ways, a real crappy husband.
Sorry, Love. You mean the world to me.
I don't know why I suck. I just do. And that's lame, I know.
So, yeah. This is me. Trying to . . . grow up.
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