Is that what trad-wives and pick-me girls call 'End Game'?
I know Foodie's denial has more facets than the Hope Diamond, but the amount of energy she must spend JUST trying to convince herself that any woman in a free country would trade places with her must be gargantuan.
Kuwait. Can't drink a beer, can't smoke a joint, can't eat a decent steak, can't wear a bikini on the beach even in 110+ F temperatures, can't kiss your partner in public, and one month of the year you can't eat during the day, with the possible threat of arrest if you do.
Oh, and the man you're married to has no real skills apart from broken English and one-handed keyboarding. He calls himself a game reviewer but doesn't even own the system for the games he 'reviews', let alone the games, can only lift 5+lb max, he kicks you and grunts at you, and alternates between throwing fast food at you like a wild animal and forcing you to exercise your obese body in front of the camera in embarassing ways in order to create content while disingenously saying it's about "encouraging" you.
And he looks like Eddie Munster but with bigger tits.
Eat your hearts out, gorls.