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<blockquote data-quote="vantexan" data-source="post: 3892360" data-attributes="member: 24302"><p>When did I tell you I was obese? When did I tell you I was broke? I came back because my wife insisted. But I can't do crap jobs, hurts my feet being on them too long. The walking I do? About 20 minutes per hour until I get two in. And just so you know(going to share, brace yourself), I got married to her 5 years ago because she said she wanted to live overseas too. Talked me into quitting FedEx because she wanted to do it right away. It was all a ploy to get me up to Kansas. Even this time she said come back, I'm ready to retire, let's go to Colombia. Only she isn't. This time however I'm going to stay, and if she wants to see me she can come there, or meet me in Florida when I visit my parents. You are very quick to judge without knowing circumstances. I didn't run like a dog all of those years so that I can live in an area that's too damn hot in the summer, too damn cold in the winter, and too expensive for my pension. Nor did I sign up to have her bad attitude 26 year old daughter move in with us under false pretenses and not go to school like she claimed she would. She makes more than we do and gives us $400 a month to live here, a big chunk of which goes back to her because her mother feeds her. So you can rake me over the coals all you want, I'll be smiling my head off in about 7 weeks. And I'm still going to take Social Security at 62 and pay off my wife's house. I got married for life, but it doesn't mean I have to give up my own life to people who lie to me.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="vantexan, post: 3892360, member: 24302"] When did I tell you I was obese? When did I tell you I was broke? I came back because my wife insisted. But I can't do crap jobs, hurts my feet being on them too long. The walking I do? About 20 minutes per hour until I get two in. And just so you know(going to share, brace yourself), I got married to her 5 years ago because she said she wanted to live overseas too. Talked me into quitting FedEx because she wanted to do it right away. It was all a ploy to get me up to Kansas. Even this time she said come back, I'm ready to retire, let's go to Colombia. Only she isn't. This time however I'm going to stay, and if she wants to see me she can come there, or meet me in Florida when I visit my parents. You are very quick to judge without knowing circumstances. I didn't run like a dog all of those years so that I can live in an area that's too damn hot in the summer, too damn cold in the winter, and too expensive for my pension. Nor did I sign up to have her bad attitude 26 year old daughter move in with us under false pretenses and not go to school like she claimed she would. She makes more than we do and gives us $400 a month to live here, a big chunk of which goes back to her because her mother feeds her. So you can rake me over the coals all you want, I'll be smiling my head off in about 7 weeks. And I'm still going to take Social Security at 62 and pay off my wife's house. I got married for life, but it doesn't mean I have to give up my own life to people who lie to me. [/QUOTE]
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