I have lived with a man named Jason for the past fifty years and he has always been submissive. This character trait of his was always admirable, until the day that he insisted we both live at the senior living Atlanta care. I told him that we are not old enough to live there, and thank the lord we are both fit and healthy. I know that I have many years to go; for goodness sakes I am only eighty-five years old! I feel as young as I did when I got married! But after all, Jason is my loyal husband and he has always done everything that I have asked of him. So while we were discussing it, I brought up the points that we have a nice home and our children always visit us every week. But I also listened to his side of the story, and he told me that he feels that living in a different place will be less stressful on him, and he mentioned other things but I believe I have forgotten most of them. After much persuasion, I finally agreed. A few weeks later we moved into this home and I quite like it here. Although I would have much rather lived at my old home, which is much more familiar and homier, I had to find some way to make my husband the happiest he can be.