Ok, I get it. I know my place. I’m wrong. Even if I’m right, I’m somehow wrong. If I dig my heels in, the fiery debate would continue until there’s some smidgen of proof that can somehow be twisted and interpreted in a way that makes her right, I’ll be wrong. If my son asks to do something and I deny him, she’s there to quickly reverse the decision. In all things life wether it be finances, intimacy, or just waking up in the morning, I guess I’m wrong. So, to keep the peace and at the risk of being a pushover I’ll admit early on that I’ve no clue and no business in making decisions. How’d it get this way? Strong will vs the weak will? It’s tiresome and I’m tired of it.