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My wife is schizophrenic

First she turns on the oven. I walk in and say, “Why’s the oven on?” She tells me to turn off the oven. Later she tells me to turn on the oven. Then she changes her mind. Later she asks me to bring her some cookie dough. I offer to bring her cookie dough. Then she changes her mind. Later she tells me to turn on the oven again. This time she’s serious. She really wants cookies, her id having prevailed. She bakes cookies. After ten minutes, I pull the cookies out. She fights an inner battle, wanting to rescind her request for cookies. In the end, evil conquers all, and she indulges.

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