Summary
My ex-boyfriend was famously husband material-the clingy, spoiled kind. He was a master in the kitchen and handled every chore at home. Out in public, he was an Iceberg not even the Titanic could sink. At home, he was a whiny, clingy crybaby who loved to act spoiled. One minute, I had him trembling with anger as he threw down the harsh words “Let’s break up.” The next, he was drunk and squatting outside my door, sobbing, “My wife is gone. I want my wife to hug me.”