
Jon and Kate sitting on that love seat, you can picture it, right? Oh, we love each other so, we love our kids, give us more money, we are so blessed.......what........ever. He hates her. It makes me laugh. He hates her so much he dreams of the day all those kids turn 18 so he can get the fuck out without child support payments. See, Jon may not be motivated and may not be a genius, but, he has a cool factor. He grows on you. Kate, on the other hand, is attractive, but, so not cool she's like the anti-cool from the planet Goober. Kate reminds me of that old poster of the hot chick and the caption is "somewhere there's a man who's sick of her shit." Jon is sick of her shit. She comes up with jokes her 4 year olds would pass on (as not cool) and expects Jon to laugh. She throws back her head and roars at her own wit slapping her thighs with the hilarity. Jon sits stone faced. He hates her so much now he can't even talk anymore. And why bother, she won't let him finish a sentence. I think they read here..Kate, you do know your husband hates your guts, don't you? Jon hates you so much he prays for the sweet sweet silence of death every time he hears your voice. Every time he cleans the garage, he thinks about hanging himself with a pink plastic jump rope. Every time he passes through the kitchen to fetch you something he pictures his head in the oven. Every time he's making beds, he edges close to the window, imagining his body smashed on the pavement below. Because..he hates you. I'd check the brakes on the van, Kate, and the batteries in the smoke alarm. You two make me so happy to be alone.