So you know those times when you have a great evening with your wife/girlfriend/date/whatever and you make it to one stop and the next and things are going great and you're almost home and life is good......
and the next thing you know you're arguing.....and you're pissed......and you're indignant......and you're railing against the injustice of it all.......
and you get home and you slam the door and make biting comments as you're walking away and wondering why you can't even get a break on father's day and wtf is going on here.............................................. .................................................. ...........................
and the next thing you know she's in bed and you're bitching to people that don't know on the internet........................
Someone please share with me the moral of this story because right now I can't find it.
It never gets any easier friends....in fact in many ways it gets much, much harder.