Damn you.
I hate you.
Married for twenty two years and I can’t stand the sight of you. All you do is sit there day in and day out. You just sit there and look at that god damned painting. I hate you and I hate that painting just as much.
When was the last time you looked at me? When have you ever touched me like that damned painting touches you? You caress it with your eyes. I see you longing for it when you’re not home.
I swear Artie, you can go to hell. I’m leaving you. Screw you Artie and screw your painting. I hope you two are happy together.
tim mcmurdo 
Don’t believe a word of it. As if you could leave your love of art behind!
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