HItler's Rule Is Over, In Case You Hadn't Heard

I have been ordered by the gastoppo, a.k.a. my husband, to discontinue my writing. I suppose if he were sweet and remotely charming that I may asquiesce to his request but since he is more of a pain in the ass I will continue to relieve the anger that builds through writing. I did ask him what in our 12 year relationship would lead him to believe that I may allow him to control me and he looked at me with the typical blank look that comes over him when he can not find an answer among the cobwebs surrounding his brain. It reminds me of Beaker from the Muppets actually, only it was easy to like Beaker since he hardly spoke. Now I understand that John is not much of a talker but good lord more times than not you would like him to shut it. Hey, here is a thought, sweetheart, maybe if you could conform to some type of normalcy, I will lose my inspiration and have nothign to write. Just a thought...