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• The opera was every bit as boring asI imagined it would be. I tried to put my arm around my wife a couple of times as we watched, but she brushed my hand off and gave me a look that told me how inappropriate I was being.
• In fact, I couldn't remember the last time she smiled at me, or laughed with me. I couldn't remember the last time we had a conversation that didn't entail her bitching at me for something.
• I had been resigned to my fate for a while now. The marriage wasn't all bad and there had been glimmers of hope that it might get better and then of course there were the children. We had tried counseling, but hmy wife wouldn't do any of the actual work once we got home. She refused to talk to me about any of the issues that were raised in our