My husband is a yeller, and most people think it's a bad thing, but he is who he is.
We piss him off, he turns into black Hulk.
My husband has the life of a king. I get up early in the morning to make sure that breakfast is made. And I get my husband up in the morning and I dress him, serve him his food, and I cut up his meat for him. I was brought up like this: take good care of your family, take good care of your man. You don't like it, that's fine. It's why I still have a husband. Mmmm. That's right!
If she doesn't do things the way Sabrina does, I'll let her know real fast.
Being Pagan, we see the spirit of the divine in nature.
All share the cramped and cluttered second floor, with no internal doors -- including the bathroom.
They don't believe in housekeeping, obviously.
They're devil worshippers!
'Arana considers himself a wi--' aw, shit.
'No one gets pampered or doted on. We treat each other the same.' [cackles] Good luck, sister! You've got the king of pampered at home.
'If I don't wake [my husband] up and physically dress him in the morning, sometimes when he is sleeping, he will be late.'
'Please be respectful of my altar.'
I haven't been here that long, but that man has major issues.
I'm Gypsy, enchantress of this temple.
I haven't cut meat up for anybody since my son was about four. Really?
Sometimes my wife feeds me, too.
I don't think [squatting pressed against a wall holding two hardcover textbooks straight out on his forearms is] a harsh punishment. I think I deserve it sometimes. I'm a hard-headed child.
I had to sleep with the Bible cuddled up with me like a baby because I was so freaked out.
It's not about treating me like a baby. Just wake me up, get me dressed....The maturity level was a little low this morning.
I don't blame him for being hard on me. I've got to be perfect.
I'm going to cut up his food and I'm going to feed it to him tonight!
She was patronizing me, being smart-ass, and that's okay. She still fed me. Good. Thank you.
I'm surprised at the disrespect. Disrespect to who. You?
Everybody around you. That's me. Okay? That's who I am.
And-- Excuse me! Can I finish? Can I finish what I'm saying? You just interrupt folks!
Oh! This is sand. And what do we do with the sand?
More appropriately, you should ask who's in the sand. Who's in the sand?
Someone who was trying to do my family harm.
I am anxious about getting everything right, because I know that if it isn't perfect, he's going to lose it.
I don't have time for this, Karina. Get my breakfast together! GET MY BREAKFAST! You don't get to scream at me.
[in her face] This is screaming! THIS IS SCREAMING! I'm talking to you.
Thank the gods I'm not his wife.
As much as I hate to waste food, I ain't eating this. Fucking made with malice. Peace.
Big Robert: you are going to be a grown man, and you're going to get yourself up. You're going to get yourself dressed. Do not say that, about the 'grown man' thing to me again. Do you understand? Because I am a grown man.
I really want you to understand the Pagan lifestyle.
Big Robert, can you do toast? All these things you do in the morning!
Every day, I lay out his husband's clothes for him. What?!
Just want you to put your hand on the rock. Just feel the rock underneath your hands. The longer I sit with the rock, the more information I get about myself.
