“Why can’t you be more sophisticated?” I grunted.
“Oh, stop being so acutely obtuse,” she leveled.
Our differences kept precipitating slowly. She couldn’t keep up with my slow pace. I couldn’t tolerate her blunt avoidance of our marital problems.
One day, our paradox peaked into the lowest point of our married lives - we almost fully separated but thanks to intervening friends and family, we finally decided to start at the beginning.