When I married my first wife she told me she didn't like fish. I said OK I'll cook my own fish and she won't have to eat any and I continued fishing.
A few months later she told me she didn't like the smell of fish when I cooked it. I thought OK I'll just cook it when you're not around and I continued fishing.
A few more moths passed and she complained about the fish smell when I cooked and she wasn't home. Said it lingered in the house. So I decided to only cook fish outside or when I was camping and I continued fishing.
Then she complained about the smell of fish on my clothes so I quit cooking fish but continued fishing but as catch and release.
Then she complained about the time I spent fishing but wasn't bringing home. Told her I was caching just not bring them home. I continued fishing.
Then she complained about how cruel I was to the poor fishing. So I gave up fishing.
Then a few years later she wanted a divorce because I was no longer the man she married or wanted. Of course not I changed for her but she didn't realize what that meant.
Just to give you an idea as to what's ahead.
If the grass looks greener it is probably over the septic tank. - troy n sarah tx
Wyoming—It’s like voluntary solitary confinement.