I feel you, dawg.

Some poor bastard from Canada arrived on my blog post tonight after Googling:

"how to fix your relationship when your wife thinks she is always right".

I feel sick that you went looking for help... and got me, my friend. And at the same time, I totally feel you. But the frustration you must have been feeling as you filled out that search box with the verbal summation of your pain...I cringe for you.

If you find your way back, we are here for you. One empathetic male and a small sea of female judgment await the story of your grief to use as our emotional volleyball...but I will tell you right now - It's not gonna be pretty. You are not right, nor am I, nor have we ever been.

You see, Timmy, they hold the keys to the kingdom. They are beautiful, intelligent, emotionally gifted, soft and warm, and they hold the only prize that our dumb asses think is worthy of seeking.

So suck it up, tell her you understand where she is coming from, and despite your genetic short-straw, you will try harder.

And once again, I feel terrible you landed here. To quote the movie Dune...

"They tried and failed?"

"They tried and died."

All of life's greatest mysteries are answered in the movies, my friend. Another time.