Truth is that I'm married to a big Shit talker...omg the man talks shit all the time! 95% of the time it's funny. The other 5% of the time it pisses me off and I stop loving him for that moment.. Ok no I don't stop loving him but sometimes his shit talking comes at the most inappropriate times. Other times he's not discrete about it and people hear him. Maybe he hasn't stopped because he's never gotten a ass beating for it? I have no idea. But I know on a few occasions people have heard him running his big mouth.
Behind this shit talker there is a man who deep down inside has a big heart to go with his big mouth. He has a loving and sensitive side that not many people see. Its a cute cuddly side. I know when to call him out on his " fuck it, I don't care attitude. " He's blurter who blurts out things he doesn't mean most of the time. This I know comes from his dysfunctional up bringing. I am a firm believer that his shit talking is a mix of his Marthaness (his mom) and his Rosaness (his fathers last name is Rosas). His parents speak their minds sometimes way too much. Only my father speaks his mind my mom is quiet. I have learned to understand his dorky shit talking ways. He makes me laugh. He is my "til death do us part" or till his Alzheimer's kicks in and I have to put him in a home (inside joke between us). My Rosas, I love you more then you will ever know. Thank you for all the laughs your shit talking ways have brought me. You are my yummybutt.
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