“Don't tell me you're already fucking it up.” Stanford chuckled. “You’ve got a smart, beautiful wife who has too much on her plate to be needy and always be up under you. You’re living the dream, young man, what's wrong?” “Wrong?” I asked. “Nothing, not really. Just…newlywed growing pains, I guess.” Stanford shook his head. “Too soon for growing pains. You should still be in honeymoon mode. Whatever you’re doing to get on that woman's nerves, stop it.” “Whose side are you on?” “Hers.” He laughed.
