Over the course of time, men have been putting up with a whole lot of crap from you. All of those cute, funny, awkward, and down-right laughable words, actions, reactions, and common behaviors exhibited by you in the beginning of the friendship, courtship, relationship, or marriage; have now gone way past annoying and have become nothing short of sickening. For years, we tolerated your sickening ways; never realizing that we were also allowing your drama-filled behaviors to eat away at our internal source of energy. We internalized so much drama spewed from your daily mood-swings that we slowly began to forget the sweet and soothing sounds of joy and peace. Hell, we grew so tolerant of your blatant disrespect-filled 'beat-down' of our inner man that we eventually accepted 'your knee in our nuts at bedtime' as being just another uncomfortable sleeping position. We did our very best to re-energize ourselves daily so that we could remain strong enough to 'outlast' the demon that had apparently possessed you the moment we entered the honeymoon suite. We have now grown very sick and tired of your shit. Today ... this book represents an 'empty' man. That empty man is me. I know that I once promised you the moon and the stars but now I say a prayer every night for you to just go live in another galaxy. For years, I have been trying my very best to tell you all of the things that you do to upset my delicate internal imbalance ... and now ... here it is, detailed throughout this book. You see ... When we first met, I would laugh at and with you whenever you did something that seemed a bit silly and awkward. In between some of the laughable moments; I shared with you, some of my dreams and desires. As we became more familiar with one another, your idiosyncrasies became subtle, acceptable annoyances. When we got comfortable with each other, I tried to make jokes about your clumsy actions and your judgmental temperament. After the newness was long gone, I beg
