Husband: "Honey, even if you and I don't work out, you have at least sixteen more years of trolling ahead of you. Max is going to troll you his whole life."
He's right, and Husband's face is so proud.
Me: "Do you really think I'm dumb enough to believe that even if we DIDN'T work out, YOU wouldn't troll me forever?"
Husband (huge grin): "That's true. No matter who you were with, or who I was with, I would send you something offensive in the mail once a year. I'd tell the girl I was with 'This is just part of my trolling. If you don't like it GTFO.'"
Me, rolling my eyes: "I know. Why do you think I'm still here? If I'm going to be trolled either way, I might as well not have to see you with another woman while I'm at it."
Husband is completely satisfied with that reasoning. "Yeah!"
Ah, marriage. A dream come true.