Wendy Marlow, Brooklyn. He says that I’m like our cat Tiger – whenever he’s engrossed in something, like the cat, I get in his way.

Julie Body, Manhattan. That I have to discuss every little detail ad nauseam with him – every feeling, discussion, emotion.

Barbie Jurman, Manhattan. My big feet. He’ll also say that I’m a big person trapped in a small body. Then I will call him fat, and he’ll call me fat back.

Jen Leo, Manhattan. My appetite. I eat every hour, and I can’t seem to satisfy myself.

Kim Rodriguez, Brooklyn. My sporadic haircuts – first I dye it, then cut it, let it grow back, dye it again, cut it again.

Anita Erbe, Manhattan. He makes fun of my German accent.