This is the difference between me and my husband

If we have a disagreement

I think so what

He thinks oh my god I thought we were doing fine

My life is over

I stood upon a termite-ridden plinth

Whatever a plinth is

And it crumbled under my weight.

So then I say to him

Don’t get dramatic

And he says but I thought we were getting along

I thought we were in love for a million years

I thought we stood on a solid plinth

Whatever a plinth is.

I say we are doing fine

It’s just a little disagreement

And anyway now that I have thought more I find

Myself in agreement with you

Totally, plinth-wise

Whatever a plinth is.

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