Marry a man who loves to see you relax

You need a man who loves to see a bitch relax. And my husband, he loves to see a bitch relax. Okay? A few months ago, my father lost his legs. So I like an idiot decided that I would move him, my child and myself, me, my husband and my child and with my father to be his caretaker and help him around the house because you know, he just lost his leg. That's a big chain. Now, what I didn't realize at the time was my father hates to see a bitch relax. Like it truly unsets his soul. It it it it he he feel it. He can feel it when you're relaxing. You don't even need to be in his his point of view. He can feel it. And he don't like it. There was one time where I was laying in bed watching Netflix after I gave him his breakfast and gave him everything. Um, and I was laying in bed watching Netflix for probably what felt like the first time in forever. And my dad screams my name from across the house. And so I get up out of bed. I walk across the house. I ask him like, "Yes, I can help you?" And he says, "I think we should paint the outside of the house white. Now, the problem with that is one, I'm not a fucking painter. Two, the house was already white. And three, what does that have to do with with your leg, but it didn't have anything to do with the leg. It just had to do with the fact that he didn't like to see me relax. Now, my husband, he loves to see me relax. So much though, like if he leaves the house and I'm in one spot and he comes back from his long workday and I am in the same exact spot, he thinks, good job, baby. He is proud of himself that he's been able to offer me the kind of environment where I can just lay in bed all day. So, my best advice for you, not that I should be giving any advice. But my best advice for you would be to recognize when a man when it bothers him when you're just a bitch relaxing or if he is proud, he is happy. He knows that he's done a good job if you're relaxing. The married married a lot of one.