I refuse to run mad. Football will not take away my sanity. I repeat: I will not run mad. Why would I allow football to torture me? Or why would I allow it to worry me? Better yet, why would I allow it to give me headache?
Football will not break my yolk. I will not run mad just because he loves football, I refuse too. I will not be it's victim. Football and I just need to cooperation. I know he loves you more, sometimes, but as co-wives, we need to find a way of making him happy, without us fighting or quarrelling.