It went on like this for weeks. Every time I was on the verge of quitting, she’d say something and I’d be so angry, I had to keep going just so she couldn’t say, “I told you so.”

One morning I stepped on the scale. The wheel spun around to 170.

“Ha! I did it! In your face!” I taunted my wife.

“All thanks to me,” she said matter-of-factly.

“What?!”

Dorothy arched an eyebrow. “You didn’t think you’d push yourself this far if I didn’t say you couldn’t, did you?”

Damn it! Even when I win, she wins.