My dream life

My dream life would go something like this:

I’d wake up and my husband would decide if he needs to use my holes before I make him breakfast. He decides he does and what holes and uses me.

I make him breakfast and he goes to work.

I clean the house all day and run errands.

When my husband comes home he decides again if he needs to use me before dinner.

We have dinner. He uses me again and then we go to sleep.

I don’t care how my husband treats me, or if he has affairs with his secretary. I would know my place and love it.