I'll keep the tears inside, push the hurt deep, deep down so no one can see it, until one day, in maybe 30 years time... My wife over cooks my steak and I say, "Darling, come here please..." and as she walks around that corner and smiles sweetly at me, I kick the cat through the window, and as I throw my plate at her I shout "WHAT THE DO YOU CALL THIS?!!! I ASKED FOR STEAK!!! NOT A PILE OF SMOKING ASHES!" And then when she breaks down crying and cooks me the best steak I've ever eaten, I'll know it was well worth it...

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