She: Your wife is so lucky.
He: Why?
She: You're such a ... well, like an old-time gentleman.
He: My wife might disagree.
She: Well you're a lot better than my husband. Frikkin' idiot is all having a pity party because i got onto his ass for spending a grand on tires for his truck when the kids need school supplies, and glasses, and FOOD! I mean, he's still on this "I don't have my freedom!" and I'm busy trying to get the kids to day care and kindergarten every morning!
He: Let me stop you, and tell you something.
She: I should just leave him, right?
He: Whether you guys stay or split, that's none of my business. But I'll tell you this: your husband and me - we're the same guy.
She: You're nothing like him.
He: I was when I was 29. My wife will tell you that. She took decades to make me into this guy I am right now. It was a lot of sleepless nights and I was nothing but a pain in the ass pity-party, just like your husband. But she took the time, and we made what we have now. Which is good. Not perfect. But good.
She: So you think my guy's redeemable?
He: Everyone is redeemable. It all depends on who steps up to the plate.
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