About eight years ago my family and I were hanging out at my parents house playing a game. I do not remember the name of the game, and it does not really matter because we were not playing it correctly. Our method involved reading the questions from the game and then taking turns answering them out loud to the group. Eventually the following question was posed:
If you were in the middle of an ugly contentious divorce, what one thing would you fight for until the bitter end.
I wish I could write something to improve on this story, something to add some depth or meaning. However, the truth be known, my grandfather told it best, with his simple two word answer, the first time around… “My wife”.