I know you do, I was using you as a teaching aid to warn the next generation. Not that they'll listen, but so we can point and say I told you so.
One of these days it'll be signed, sealed, and over. You'll do a happy dance until you're pooped, then sit and wonder what is really different. You still have to deal with her because of the kids. It may not be apparent at first, but the yellow brick road will reveal itself, and life will need less aspirin each week.
You go, Man.
