and asking:

It is only my husband who can get poisoned with cockroaches, sit all day in the toilet, experience terrible cracks in the stomach, hide and hide from there to the whole apartment, and the next day, knowing what torture inquisition awaits him, eat these same cockroaches, because it is DUTY.

Is it only you, such an insulting wife, didn't have enough brain to throw out these cocktails after your spouse's first poisoning, or do you do it all twice?

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