You and Mr. Jilly are apparently soulmates. About 8 years ago, Mr. Jilly and I were walking down the back steps of the library (he's a professor; I am a librarian). I was bitchin', moanin', complainin' about everything: Work, dwelling, kids. I was on that kind of life rant that has been building for weeks.
"I can't work for her anymore! She's an idiot! And I'm pretty sure the plumbing in our house is fucked. Or maybe not the plumbing, just the kids because there's a new water stain on the kitchen ceiling directly underneath the bath and you know it's little girl that splashes too much ....."
He stopped me on the landing, placed his hands on my shoulders and made me look him in the eye. And then he said: "It's going to be okay. Some day, we'll be dead and we won't have to worry about all this shit."
That right there is why we are still married.