It started shortly after the perfect couple married and bought a house. She wanted undermount stainless sinks for the house; he wanted to use drop-in cast-iron versions. She wanted granite counter-top; he, quartz. As they tried to build the perfect home, they tore down a promising relationship. She became, not the yin to his yang, but the cat to his dog. He became an itch she could never quite scratch.
Amazingly, this went on for 55 years. She would yearn for a to-MAY-to sandwich on whole wheat bread; while he was okay with a to-MAH-to on rye. She would want to go to the Caribbean, and he would want her … to just go.
One day, she hired an overpriced interior designer to fix their old house. The next day, he hired a divorce attorney to fix their old marriage. Soon, they signed the papers, sold the house, split the money. They parted the best of acquaintances. One told the other, "You'll never find another like me." The other said, "Why, do you have a twin? I'm single now." And for the first time in years, they smiled.
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