My parents never said I love you to each other. My mother scolds my dad. My dad bears it all. Sometimes my dad scolds her for something. She doesn’t speak a word. Sometimes they both scold each other. One hour later we will all be laughing about it. My dad doesn’t do what she expects of him, not always. She complains about it sometimes. She takes it in her stride sometimes. She’s a perfectionist. Both of them know what they got married into.