What a Man Wants When He Comes Home
I am, by trade, a brand new schoolteacher.
Ask anyone who doesn’t only get their information from hearsay and shitty movies with DC heroes in the title, and they’ll tell you that Year One of teaching is no traipse through Candyland: Lots of hours on and off the clock working to edumacate hormone-driven little imps in the intricacies of the English language will be daunting at best.
This is also my first year living with a woman…one who raises hell and makes my life considerably harder when she doesn’t get her way. See how this can all lead to disaster?
Considering my lady is also a teacher, she knows what I’m facing. But she’ll inevitably, inadvertently push me to the brink of anger after a long day. To be in a relationship is to drive one another up the wall every now and again, but I think everyone should arm themselves with tools to minimize relationship conflagrations.
When I get the stones, I may sit down and have a talk with my lady about getting the following things tight for when the school year starts: