In the grand scheme of things, a husband doesn’t have much in the way of “glory” to hang his hat on. As far as his spouse is concerned, he will seldom have the last word, and history has proven that he will rarely be right about anything and never, ever win an argument. Not really.
So, on those once-in-a-lifetime occasions when the universe says, “Here you go, Mikey,” gives you the upper marital hand, and throws you a karmic little bone, I suggest you take it and enjoy it. Hide it in a secret place, then dig it up every now and then and wallow around on it like a dog. Gnaw on it. Relish it. Cherish it forever.
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