You need to divorce because you are bastos by screaming at your husband, by being barren, by being stubborn, by being an archiver, by using your husband’s good English to interpret your stupidity, by dumping on our property, not once, but TWICE, by not taking your husband’s last name, by disregarding your husband’s culture and in-laws, by ignoring their wishes for you to go away, by taking money that doesn’t belong to you, etc.
You are being served, you fat bastard!
You are being served, you [financial] rapist.
I hate you.
I love you.
I want you dead.
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http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2011/11/03/make-a-list-of-things-you-wish-youd-said/
We all have experiences where after we leave a conversation, or a date ends, we realize something clever we wish we had said. The French call this l’esprit de l’escalier, which means, roughly, staircase wit (as in, you get the idea for something to say only when you are in the staircase, heading home). Can you recall moments in your life, at work or at home, where you realize now there was something else you wish you had said? Or done? Make a list.
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