When we were in bed spooning one night, and my arm fell asleep underneath her. As I went to slide my arm out, she turned around and said, “What’s wrong with you? Don’t you love me?” She rolled over and bawled for the next hour, inconsolable.

—Michael

Aftermath: Two months later, we were through. After my arm fell asleep, there was a constant boo-hoo over everything. I couldn’t take it.

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