Every day I go to work and I come home to see my husband still asleep. It makes me so happy that he doesn’t have to work, and that through my labor I can bring him a life of liesure.
My whole life I’ve never made enough money for us to be safe, but now I can do it. I can sell my body at the coal mine, and give him all that he needs. I’ve come to realize that selling my labor to a capitalist is not my purpose. My purpose is to serve my husband.
He tells me “you own me” but he doesn’t understand just how much I feel that I belong to him. He thinks that he is my pet, and maybe thats true, he does wait for me at the door a lot like a dog would. I love my responsibility to him. I love that he looks at me with admiration when I come home, covered in coal dust, and how hard he says I work. I feel appreciated, and for the first time in a long time I truly feel proud of myself.
He loves conspiracy therories, and he has all the time in the world to do his research. I exist to bring him comfort, happiness, and love.
If you look back through their account, they seem to have posted here for a bit. Idk if this post sounds healthy to me, but I don’t think they’re a troll.
Yeah i saw that but thought that maybe it was just some posts to fake an account. I dunno