So we've been together since 1984. Lots of ups and downs, pretty standard for any couple who've been together that long I guess.<br><br>I'm going through the change, I can't deny that. He is 55, I'm 52.<br><br>My husband gets up at 5a.m every day to get to his gym at 6a.m. He spends two and a bit hours working out before going to work and he gets home at just after 6 every night.<br><br>He is 10st 10lbs, 13% body fat but isn't obsessive about things; there is heart disease in his family so he is mindful of that. But he will happily eat a takeaway, he just believes in trying to keep himself up together.<br><br>He likes a drink at home a couple of nights a week and that's where the red mist comes down for me.<br><br>My dad used to come home from work and take the weekly pay packet (when you were paid weekly in cash back in the day) down to the local British Legion where he'd blow the lot; I think that's where I'm mentally scarred.<br><br>Am I wrong to have a go at my husband for a couple of drinks a week? <br><br>He tells me that he feels like he's in a cage and I'm poking him with a stick. Idiot.