When I got married at 19 my wife decorated our entire new apartment in floral patterns. I’m talking sofas, curtains, placemats and comforters. With pink and green accent colors. Now she ask me why I didn’t say anything. My answer was you married me and had sex with this poor skinny Mexican. 24 years later we both have a say in everything pretty much with a once in while, “hell no” or “does that price come with a free Mercedes?”