How can the man who, when I am depressed, takes care of all the chores, rubs my feet, brings me chocolate, and tells me, “I love you and I’m sorry you’re sad. Whatever I can do to help, let me know” be the same monster who would eat all the tortilla chips but one!!, roll the bag back up, put a chip clip on it and put the 99.8% empty chip bag back on top of the fridge? HOW CAN THIS BE??