You don’t ever want to be the wife who keeps her husband from playing poker—you don’t want to be the shrew with the hair curlers and the rolling pin. So you swallow your disappointment and say okay. I don’t think he does this to be mean, it’s just how he was raised. His dad did his own thing, always, and his mom put up with it. Until she divorced him. He begins his lie. I don’t even listen.
