I know there are a lot of us out there that has a hard time dealing with oxygen, so I thought of a little thing that might help to go along with it, a little humor. I found if you can find a way to deal with it, it takes the hurt off a little, and even a little weights a lot sometimes: here goes:
TROUBLE
At the present time my life is really messed up and I am oh so confused. If my wife finds out about this it's the end of the world. As I being the man I am and being followed all around town, into the shower no less, and oh boy, even to bed, have mercy. It must be another woman. When I found out what her name was, Miss O2, she became the "B---H" in my life. I hate her guts, can't stand being followed everywhere and would love to get rid of her forever. What has me in shambles over this mess, even though I hate her, at the same time I respect her and also love her as she is a real life saver. Please can anyone help me out there? Thank you, Desperate