We’re in an FLR and I tease you about how hard I make You work for me, for my lifestyle. I get to relax in bed while you have to wake up at 5 am to go for a run in the cold. I’m warm and relaxed while you have to suffer outside. I expect you to come home, worship me, serve me coffee, put out my clothes for the day, and get ready for work. I get to enjoy each day by having lunch with my friends, going shopping & to the spa, etc. I even text you throughout the day teasing you about being in the office. When you come home. you kneel to greet me & I hand you a list of chores. All things that I ignored during the day and/or piled on. If I’m unhappy, I make you run extra miles on the treadmill. In the meantime, my bull comes over. Again, you find yourself suffering, while I receive pleasure. The way it should be.
