Bossy Gold Digger Wife

Transcript

Hey there babe, happy holidays, I missed you very much. Now babe, hands to yourself, I don't want you to get my new shirt dirty. Do you like it? I thought it was very festive.

Thanks babe. Oh, I have a surprise for ya. I found the cutest bear.

Isn't it lovely? It's so soft, warm, has a little scarf, little hands that matches. And here's the best part.

It was made the year of my birthday, 1996. Don't you love it? I just couldn't resist.

I thought it was adorable and since Christmas is only a few days away, I wanted to give you a little something early. I named him Benjamin, we can call him Benji for short. When I saw him, there was a connection, an instant connection.

I want you to think of Benji as your new son. Just think about it, it'd be a great way to prepare us for the future. Think about it, you and I raising a child together.

It'd be perfect. You'd have to do all the dirty work though cause I can't afford getting any dirt under my nails. Which reminds me, you haven't given me my allowance.

I haven't been able to do my nails. What's wrong with you? Don't you love me? Don't you want to keep me looking like a trophy? When you asked me to marry you, you said I'd be a trophy wife.

That I'd never have to lift a finger. Look at me here. Fingerless.

Unacceptable. If you really wanted me happy, you would give me my allowance. Yes you did, but it wasn't enough.

I blew it the first day. On stuff. I went shopping with the girls.

They were in these cute, cute Louis Vuitton boots. And honey, I can't just have the boots and not get the sandals and the purse and the wallet to match. I just had to get it all.

Well, I mean you can check the receipt, but I think I threw it away somewhere. I'm not going to return anything. I need it.

I need my allowance to be bigger. Excuse me? A job? If you won't give me money, then I'll find other ways, don't worry.

But then, that'd be on you. Is that what you want? This marriage to fall apart? Is that what you want? Do you not care about me or the things that make me happy? You know why.

You know I have a spending problem. And you said you'd love me anyway. I do things for you.

I think of you. Of our future children. Obviously I want to be with you.

But you're making it very difficult to be with you right now. If you don't love me anymore, say it. Say it now.

Say it now. If you loved me, you would raise my allowance. You can't expect me to settle.

I don't want to end up alone in a house. You're gone all the time. What am I supposed to do for fun? Do you not want me to have friends? Social life? You want to keep me prisoner, don't you? Yes, you do.

You think just because I married you, I won't leave. Well, honey, the dorm is that way. And if I don't leave, then you leave.

I'll kick you out. I don't care if this is your house. I'll call the cops.

I'll say you're trespassing and you hit me. They'll believe me. They'll believe anything I say.

Because you have been to jail. Oh, did you think I forgot? I remember very clearly you telling me this on our first date.

You are a criminal with a record. I am just a humble, innocent, lonely housewife. And believe me, the boys love me there.

If you don't want to make a scene this holiday season, then I suggest you shut up and put out your wallet. You think you can keep me trapped? I keep you trapped.

With your mouth shut. Your eyes shut. And your ears shut.

You do nothing unless I tell you to. All you are good for is your wallet. Your good looks serve as a plus.

That's why I'm with you. I don't want to have any kids that won't look decent. Please.

You knew exactly who I was when you married me. And you still wanted to marry me. You were a hopeless romantic who fell in love with the meanest bitch.

And all your friends and your mother told you. If you didn't want to listen, that was because you chose me over them.