I feel like this photo perfectly captures the dynamic of my relationship with Monica.
I am just this innocent, super sweet guy, and she's in the background torturing me with an evil grin on her face. Yep, that sums it up. I'm abused.
For instance, yesterday she insisted that we wash the cars. It was about 95....thousand degrees outside. I haven't washed a car since probably college, but I said 'what the hell' and we washed the cars. Now my back is killing me [yeah, apparently with old age comes aches and pains resulting from otherwise innocuous activities such as washing cars] and I'm sitting on an ice pack. Maybe if she was less evil, she would rub my back this afternoon. [hint hint]
And, another example, she made me watch a horror movie last night called Mama. Now, I'll grant you, it was better than most in the genre, but it still had a terrible ending. It was one of those movies that had so much potential, but the writers got high about 3/4 of the way through the script, and none of the cool premises they set up in the first hour of the movie played out in the climax.
Aside from all the abuse I endure, my life is pretty good. Monica is an amazing woman, and I will gladly endure as much abuse as I need to just to be hers. <3