I used to get so pissed off sitting there listening to the ponderous...F***IN PONDEROUS garbage. I used to have to get up and go outside just to not have an aneurism. I'd go out to the car, recline the seat...roll down the windows (weather permitting) and crank up some good evil satan inspired System of a Down or something just as fitting. Finally, I told my wife I wouldn't go with her anymore...that I'd get pissed off and simply lessen the enjoyment for her. I showed her that I did TRY to attend...but that's not where I am anymore. She's good enough that she understands and doesn't hassle me about it. In fact, I couldn't even tell you the last time SHE was at a KH meeting.
Ern