My husband and I were sitting down at a neighborhood pub for a quick beer and a light dinner last January when he ordered the wrong thing off the menu and I let loose. There wasn’t anything wrong with his decision to go with the cheese platter, but, really, he should have seen the verbal assault coming. I had been barking at my husband for a number of non-sensical reasons off and on over the previous couple months - ever since I had made up my mind to finally go through with