Feeding The Enemy, A Wage Slave's Rage

Every single month, I handed over my entire paycheck to my wife.

Yet, when my mother needed urgent spinal surgery, there wasn’t a single penny left in our bank account.

I gently asked her where all the money had gone.

She just squared her shoulders and sneered at my incompetence.

“You barely bring home a few hundred bucks every month! How much savings were you actually expecting?”

I truly thought it was my own fault.

Until I saw her buying an expensive imported watch for her first love’s y