My wife's number one complaint about me is that I never admit when I'm wrong.

I really didn't think therapy would work for us, but she insisted that I call my college roommate to book an appointment at his new practice. I thought it would be embarrassing to open up to an old friend about our issues, but she said I was just being a baby and that he was a professional who had heard it all before. I thought it would be expensive, but she said it would be worth it...and it turns out he was remarkably cheap to bribe.

After a few sessions of couples' hypnosis, I find it a lot easier to find common ground. It doesn't hurt that she's now programmed to play with her tits every time I let her win an argument.

So whaddaya know, she was right. She's always right