Him: Kim, I own
you, you are my pet....Don't worry i
only kill golfish, i just
stab mammals. I will take care of
you, i will feed you...i would say
bathe you but that would just be
awkward...I'll take you to the
groomer, and you'll always
sleep at the foot of my bed.
:)
I yell
at him everyday.
He doesn't get mad though.
He sits there and says he's sorry.
I guess I'm just use to relationships being nothing but
fighting.
If your reading this,I'm
sorry.