At least I do.
The great thing about spouses is that there are so many ways to like them. Whatever the situation, you can like a spouse. Even when they’re staring at a menu and weighing their options and would they just make up their mind so we can eat and get the hell out of here and I can get back to my miserable little life? Is that so much to ask? IS IT?
(This is a fiction, by the way. Schmutzie knew exactly what she wanted and ordered it without delay, while I hemmed and hawed over the side dishes. Then we had a wonderful meal, replete with laughter, conversation and shared affection - the tiny but telling hallmarks of an enduring partnership. It was not easy to leave there and get back to my miserable little life, I tell you.)