Story of my married life (and, I suspect, this is fairly common to most people with a life partner):
Partner #1: I think I would like to go see a movie this evening.
Partner #2, later in the day: I’m glad you said you didn’t want to see a movie this evening. I’m just not in the mood.
Partner A: I took care of that tax issue we were concerned about. I put all the paperwork in our tax file, but we don’t need to worry about it any more.
Partner B, later in the day: I need to take care of that tax issue, but I can’t find the paperwork.
Here’s my most recent puzzler, which took place last weekend and this week:
Partner X: I think I need to quit my new career, for which I spent almost a year in school/looking for a job/injured and waiting to return to work/investing a significant amount of $$$, because it’s causing too much stress.
Partner Y: I think I would like to throttle you and if I were a different person I would be starting divorce proceedings. Not joking.
Partner Y, six days later, after a week of worry and despair: We need to discuss this career thing some more, because we really cannot manage if you leave your current job.
Partner X: What are you talking about? I decided I don’t want to quit, and I’m sure I told you that several days ago.
Stream of four-letter words issuing from the mouth of Partner Y (redacted).
So. All’s well that ends well. My relief is palpable. But…
Oh. My. God.