DH and I have been together for over 20 years. He's always been a pleasant, apparently well-adjusted person. He does his share of everything and is a good father.
We were reminiscing about Romantica the other day, as something we loved as kids, and he bought one to introduce our kids to it.
This evening he served it up.
In bowls.
With forks.
I have to leave, don't I?