I made a few noise to him and now that topic had been abandoned.Am writing this in tears because I have just realized that I do not know the man I married.On the macro level, I’m all for a broad reduction in immigration. And there are something like 100 million American adults out of the work-force. I also doubt that we are heading into a Silicon Valley inspired robotic A-I nirvana of “creative” weenies in flying, pilotless Ubers. Real tax relief just doesn’t mean a whole lot without a reduction in the size and scale of government.
He likes to hide his bank details, and how much he owns, his phones, delete notifications, doesn't let me drive his car etc. While we were dating I never took any of these seriously because I didn't think it was important or it will deteriorate to worst.If anything happens to him God forbid that to happen, and am questioned as his wife, I will be laughed at as being dumb because am sure most of the answers I will give will be "I don't know".I know people say stay away from snooping but the more he hides from me the more curious I am to find out what is really going on with him. My sister told me that I shouldn't over think the car issue that her husband is the same but now she drives his car...There he is, our president, both immovable object and irresistible force, unsmiling with slitty eyes beneath that car-hood of a hair-doo, lumbering from one presidential prerogative to the next through squalls of opprobrium, perplexing leaders from foreign lands, punking congressmen and senators, inducing swoons of un-safeness among the s to mouth-foaming hysterics, tweeting any old thing that flies through the interstices of his brain-pan, our Golden Golem of Greatness, MAGA sword in smallish hand against a swirling red sky. I thought the fucker would be sandbagged by a claque of Pentagon patriots inside of three months, but I was wrong, wrong, wrong.What seems to be forgotten is that Donald Trump brought his own swamp to Washington, as in a history of hinky real-estate wheelings-and-dealings, stiffed vendors, bankruptcies, lowbrow TV hijinks, and dark adventures in the Manhattan nightlife of the late 20 century. You may detect that I’m not exactly a fan of the president, but I rather admire his standing up to the permanent bureaucracy that we call the Deep State, and especially its elite poobahs, who have driven this polity into a deeper ditch than the voters realize.Its actual effect will be to shove the US closer to real and painful insolvency in which something has to give: either the value of our money, or our having any money. Spoiler alert: I’m notoriously wrong about everything, further proof that reality is a slippery fellow….