Guy was complaining that his wife needs to lose the weight. Could it be

stress pounds at work.  At work, because of the usual.  The rain storm last week left the basement wet, and smelly.  Yeah, the house could stand some decent spouting, put in by professionals.  But we know the name of that tune - good jobs, done by reputable contractors, charge good money; and guess who isn't willing to part with bass-boat money!  By the way, ole "two-ton" Tess is all for the spouting AND the tree work - another thing - high winds - that gets her on high alert.  Ya know, it's not like Tess doesn't contribute time/money into the marital home.   But it's like, whenever she requests her husband to approve for maintenance to be done, she's "nagging."   

Very needful to say, her requests for common sense things has gone ignored for ... too long; so yeah, sometimes the home-maintenance situation - one which for-REAL patriarchs wouldn't neglect, period! - runs her clean out of patience.  By the way, that musty smell coming up the stairs, doesn't exactly put her in a romantic mindset, and neither does that corner length of siding - that's, maybe, three windstorms from buckling and flapping, or sailing across the road.

Oh, and it any holier-than-thous care to chime in about wively submission, kindly shut the heck up, and instead, try a little compassion, for Tess and what she deals with about every other day - while you sit, just everso, in your baseball-diamond-sized kitchen.