Bravo! Without the drinking and the profanity, this approximates the inner and outer dialog my wife and I sometimes have. Stop spying on us! ;) That said, the subtle subtext here is that the hubby takes charge in paving the long, slow road to hell. Men will definitely report being ambushed by their ladies for no apparent good reason — if you’ve been married long enough, it’s happened many, many times (and with hormones playing but a supporting role). Might be fun to write one of those, and/or one psychodrama drawing on the family-of-origin hijinx couples bring to the table. You don’t get to the feeling of being a trapped, f-bomb spewing rat at work without a healthy dose of dysfunction in the family background!