I read michael mcintyre's autobiography. He said one morning his parents had a huge argument about a grapefruit (70s/80s trendie breakfast), which led to their divorce.
Today, me, dh and dd (11) went out for a "pleasant" Sunday afternoon drink. We do this every week. Tension has been building between me and dh (his affair nearly a year ago and I have waived between anger, denial, reconciliation and anger). Anyway, I bought a book on Buddhism (to help my brain). I attempted a discussion on this. It descended into an argument about how much vicars should get paid ... and dd in tears.
It has to be the end. It is such a laughable joke that is not the least bit funny.