Eco-Prince Charming, My Foot!

Summary

My wife's "eco-prince charming," as he called himself, was a real piece of work.

He convinced my wife to limit every single expense for me and my kid to under fifty bucks.

He wanted us using leaves and rocks instead of toilet paper.

Eating with our bare hands instead of silverware.

My son, bless his heart, felt bad for me. He snuck out to do odd jobs, and ended up getting hit by a car.

By the time he reached the ER, my boy was barely clinging to life.

I begged my wife for money to save him, but her eco-freak boyfriend piped up, "We can’t be rewarding handouts!