I can't wait until next week to read the comments provoked by the modern love article Those aren't fighting words, dear.

Let's start with the husband's declaration. "I don't love you anymore." While she felt "sucker punched" she determined that his disclosure, ultimately, was based on his mid life meltdown…she resolved to quietly and determinedly go about her life without shrieking, demanding explanations, and simply waited for his "tantrum" to pass. A saint, right?

I wonder if she would have been so forgiving if he told her she looked fat in her jeans?

I suspect there was a ground swell of murmurings, mumblings and musings by many a marital unit, who might have happened upon this article.

"Let's see" said one spouse, to the other. "I can stay out without explanation, forget birthdays, and be a general all around shit, until I decide not to be." "Yes" was the reply. "I will be oh so patient, waiting quietly, demurely and hopefully until you see the error of you ways."

The author of the article gave this plan of hers 6 months. And he came around. He was back, mowing, painting the porch, fixing the door.

So what do you think?

I guess if your house is in pristine condition and you've got a mate that only feels useful when wielding power tools, you might have to wait longer than 6 months.  In the meantime you can get fitted for your sandals and sainthood robes. Halos are on back order.