Last night I confronted my cheating whore of a wife about her bouncing on her boy toy. She cried and denied it. Afterwards we talked and made up sort of, and she helped me with my medicines and with cleaning my atrophied eye(I'm diabetic).

In the early am, I was awakened by the fact that my head was banging on the stairs. My wife, her lover, and my son from another marriage were dragging me down to the basement. Now I am tied up listening to her boot heels Clicking on the hardwood floor. They keep yelling down that I'm gonna get what I deserve. I have a phone, but I'm afraid if I call the cops my wife will get upset. I feel like a dum bass