You come home one night after work, whining about how much you hate your job. You describe to me how miserable it makes you, how your life feels so unfulfilled and how you have decided to quit tomorrow and go explore all that life has to offer. I’m in total shock. I mean who really likes their job anyways? I begin to tell you that if you quit your job I will be Coerced to leave you as I have become accustomed to a life of luxury, and I don’t intend on settling for mediocre anytime soon. I tell you about how if you leave i’m taking half of everything and whipping out my contact list with hundreds of rich men with huge cocks who would jump at an opportunity to have me as their trophy wife. So go ahead… quit your job, but if you quit… I quit the relationship.
