Husbands are...problematic. I mean mine is. I swing wildly on how I feel about him. After spending the summer with my brother and his wife who are recently separated...I thought how lucky I was that he was the way he was--and are relationship was the way it was...and now back home, all the old reasons as to why we shouldn't be together are so apparent...I can't believe I was actually so satisfied less than a month ago. We will never see eye to eye on our teenager, he has the most ignorant bellowing temper...and he brings the whole house down. That's the real him...not the caring guy who does the dishes when we aren't home. Not liking him at all.