“After a day’s work you want to unwind and relax. you go home to your sweet one expecting to be caressed and to be pampered. Or perhaps just to have a nice chat. But instead you get a mouthful of screams. Idiot! Incompetent! Nincompoop! Egghead! Stupid! Lame. That is a mouthful don’t you think?”

That’s what my neighbor tells me when he comes running to complain about his lady love. How I despise days when he confides what a big mouth his girlfriend is. I ask him “how can you stand her?” And he goes “I love her. I can’t live without her.” Right there and then I hear a player in my head playing the song “With or without you” by U2. Honestly, I can hear Bono singing the lines “I can’t live… With or without you… oooooooooh… With or without yoooooooou…”

So I tell myself, rather, pray hard that I will not be a victim like him of a fatal mouth.