“Not the Bravest Guy”


Woke at 2am to see a shadow at the window with a crowbar. Nudged him awake and whispered there was someone trying to break in. He screamed like a little girl and ran around to hide behind me. I was 5 months pregnant with our second daughter at the time.


Aftermath: Lost all respect. Divorced him. We both found more “manly” people to marry.

This post was submitted by Barbara.


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