Why I REALLY am a Better Person

I always say that I'm a better person because of my fiance Jodie, but not because he's so wonderful and uplifting. It's because he drives me absolutely insane. Because I have the misfortune of loving him so much I had/have to change to make it work. The other choice was to live as a spinster and collect cats. By the time he came along I had three. It wasn't going well. How does he make me better? Let me give you an example. There is no way you can tell a white lie in front of him or entrust him to not disclose the full details of any subject because he gets nervous and begins blurting out a bunch of stuff that is far worse than anything you had to say/not to say. It's like he's momentarily possessed and it leads you to the conviction that you have to always always be completely straightforward and honest or suffer the consequences of being completely undone. I could talk about the nineteen year old, but I'll spare you all that. Suffice it to say that I firmly believe that if I can live with her I can pretty much get along with any one.