A touching story on how men think
[FONT="]As she sat by him, he whispered, his eyes full of tears, "You know what? You have been with me all through the bad times. [/FONT]
[FONT="]When I got fired, you were there to support me. [/FONT]
[FONT="]When my business failed, you were there. [/FONT]
[FONT="]When I got shot, you were by my side. [/FONT]
[FONT="]When we lost the house, you stayed right here. [/FONT]
[FONT="]When my health started failing, you were still by my side... [/FONT]
[FONT="]You know what Martha?" [/FONT]
[FONT="]"What dear?" she gently asked, smiling as her heart began to fill with warmth. [/FONT]
[FONT="]"I'm beginning to think you're fucking bad luck."[/FONT]
[FONT="]As she sat by him, he whispered, his eyes full of tears, "You know what? You have been with me all through the bad times. [/FONT]
[FONT="]When I got fired, you were there to support me. [/FONT]
[FONT="]When my business failed, you were there. [/FONT]
[FONT="]When I got shot, you were by my side. [/FONT]
[FONT="]When we lost the house, you stayed right here. [/FONT]
[FONT="]When my health started failing, you were still by my side... [/FONT]
[FONT="]You know what Martha?" [/FONT]
[FONT="]"What dear?" she gently asked, smiling as her heart began to fill with warmth. [/FONT]
[FONT="]"I'm beginning to think you're fucking bad luck."[/FONT]