Be a Smooth Talker, But Also a Good Listener

When I found you sprawled on the sofa, neck deep in fake blonde, I finally realized where we 
went wrong.  You wanted the things men usually want:  three ways, corner offices, a bedroom 
with a stunning view of the old cathedral.  But that wasn't the problem.  The real problem was 
the way you blamed it all on me. I never wanted another woman in the bedroom, trying on my 
violet nightdress, admiring her perfect clavicles in the little mirror above the armoire.  You said 
she was a gift, but for who?  I tried to tell you I wanted a new hutch for the foyer.  Just think of 
what would happen if the children walked in right now.  Remember the dollhouse in the next 
room.  Look at the cracked porcelain head laying on the floor.