“We married when I was nineteen. I was young. She was a bit...

“We married when I was nineteen. I was young. She was a bit older, and I was fine doing things her way. Things were good for the first ten or fifteen years. Then I remember looking around one day and realizing that there wasn’t a single piece of furniture in the house that I’d picked out. And suddenly I stopped answering all her commands with, ‘Yes dear,’ ‘Yes, dear,’ ‘Yes,dear.’ And that’s when the fighting started. Eventually we were fighting about everything. We argued for six months about whether to put track lighting in the kitchen. We hardly ever talked toward the end. We’d sit in the same room and not speak a word unless it was a snide comment. And forget about sex. She didn’t believe in that anymore. It got so bad that I’d literally stay in the office all night to avoid going home. I’m sure if you asked my ex-wife though, she won’t tell you about the ten years that sucked. She’ll tell you about when I got a girlfriend and moved out of the house.”