I'm a big fan of Dear Anybody- Prudence, Caroline, Amy, Abby. I'm sure that says something about my deep-seated need for schadenfreude to feel better about myself.
A couple of days ago Dear Abby had a letter from an elderly gentleman who liked to imbibe "two generous cocktails" every night before dinner while offering a running commentary on the news. He made sure to add that he always told his wife how beautiful she was and so didn't understand why she had a problem with his drinking. He made sure to mention what good provider he was and that he felt "entitled" (that was the word he used) to those drinks.
I couldn't help wondering how his wife would have described the situation in a letter to Dear Abby.