He could never say “no”. Not when she invited him in after their first date. Not when she asked him to marry her that cold February in leap year. And not when she announced they needed to build an extension to the house.
But when her mother and dog moved in, the frustration finally spewed out like barbecue sauce gone bad in the bottle. “You could have asked me first!” he told his startled wife.
Now he lives alone in the big house with just the dog for company, which he feeds on the meat that fills up the freezer.