Drew Walton vs Heather Walton

Let the white-trash carnival continue! Under the tent today, we have Drew Walton, whose wife Heather says he likes playing softball more than being with her. And Heather Walton, whose husband Drew says he came home early one day and found her rolling around in their backyard-grass with another man. The trailer parking continues:
Drew stops Heather from getting emergency medical care until he can play two games of softball first. Did he feel badly about it? “Oh yeah, afterwards I did.”
“You disgust me,” she says as the convo continues.
“Well you know what, you pushed me to this point,” comes the retort.
So anyway, some 400-pound softball teammate by the name of James Risner is there to testify. FOR HIS PITCHER’S WIFE!!! “We didn’t really sit around talking about our women, but he’d sit around talking about how worthless he is, and how she ain’t worth nothing,” says Risner, who’s clearly wants to turn a double — nay — unassisted triple play with Heather. “One day I complimented him on how she looked, ‘Your wife looks nice,’ he went ‘You can have her if you wanted her.'”
At least she cops to laying in the grass — and to how she disappeared with her old boyfriend for four days — so I won’t just paint her as a third-tier strip-joint daytime dancer like I was going to. Huge hoop earrings say it all. So does the fact that she was just trying to make Drew jealous, to show him “I could get it somewhere else.”
You know what, Heather: So can I. You boring. So I’m out.
Now, back to the greased-up pole with you.