"People with money are the only one with time to waste" - she really just said that without realizing that she has nothing BUT time to waste.
There are two classes of people with plenty of time to waste as they please—the idle, inherited rich, and the idle, state-supported poor. All of God's other children have gotta hustle.
Polissa has nowhere to go but the circuit from bed to fridge (assuming they have one) to toilet, and back to bed, with occasional brief diversions to the outdoors or into her "studio" to make sip-n-paint wine mom art. She has nothing to do but eat, sleep, shit, and complain. You know she doesn't even haul water from Grandma's, because "muh fibro."
Seriously, she has almost no money, but she has the incredible luxury of abundant, unstructured free time—the kind of free time somebody with a glimmer of intelligence could use to better themselves and their situation.
I want to say, "It's not that Polissa can't, it's that Polissa won't," but that's not true. She really is too fucking stupid to recognize what she's got, much less use it.
Of course she finds HIM embarrassing while not considering that many might consider a hybrid between Jabba The Hutt and several yeast cultures such as her even more embarrassing.
She's the superior one (in her own mind), so how dare he criticize her, or post jokes on Facebook at her expense?!
Typical Narcissist; her skin is thin as tissue paper.
I think I've said it before, but I'll bet she's an absolutely ferocious nag and scold and lecturer, but god forbid you tell
her what to do or how to do it.
Since Joh doesn't seem to have any more self awareness than she does, we can look forward to a social media extravaganza unlike anything before. This is like christmas, Easter and the football world cup final all wrapped in one.
Her birthday may have been disappointing, but she is more than making up for it now.
Honestly, I look forward to their messy, shit-flinging divorce even more than Harry's and Megs's. It'll be some Jerry Springer-tier shit.
(That said, it probably won't happen, once Polissa realizes that kicking Josh to the curb and abandoning the trailer to move in with her hoarder female relatives—who already have plenty of criticisms to level at her—is like jumping into a sewage pond to clean dog poop off her shoe.)
the social media extravaganza will be when Polissa receives her $8 mattress settlement check in the mail
I'm such a wild-eyed optimist, I imagined a whole, whopping $25. But yeah, I'm sure Polissa imagines she's going to get the full retail price of the mattress back, and maybe a little extra.
It might be closer to $0.08.
If they really get divorced, it might be a blessing in disguise for Joh. He is like Cleetus the Yokel in the Simpsons: He's not very bright and probably with a family history of incest, but he should be able to find a new partner quickly. Pissa, however, is more akin to something the protagonists would find in an abandoned trailer in a Cronenberg body horror film. Even if she somehow attracts an unsuspecting male to her lair, he would run as fast and far as he could once he would even be able to smell her from roughly a mile away.
Polissa, in their heyday when both were still employed, was the best possible partner Josh was ever going to get (and it was reciprocal). He's older now, sick, likely impotent due to the beetus (or close enough), doesn't have a driver's license, and has a nasty mouth full of rotting, stinking teeth. And that's on top of having a hot temper, severely impaired executive functioning, no useful manly skills that might make an impoverished woman's life easier, no ability to hold steady employment, and a family that wants nothing to do with him.
He really has nothing to offer a woman beyond being just enough of a male presence to potentially keep predatory males away, but a woman would have to be pretty damned desperate to settle for him.
So if Josh ever gets unshackled from his lucky ball and chain, I can see him moving into some crappy house with a bunch of other busted loser guys who will never get another woman again in their lives—and he'd probably do okay-ish, once he figures out his place in the hierarchy.
