She'd been warned by her opponent 'You know you're fighting an uphill battle'.
But she fought anyway.
Uphill all the way.
The battle was fierce and brutal.
The combatants were relentless and steadfast.
Tears had flowed and blood had spilled.
And despite the odds she had won.
And she and her husband had officially put a deposit down on the house with the sun deck, instead of his preferred house, the one with the basement man-cave.
Her husband was now stubbornly sulking, while holding a tissue to his bleeding nose, caused by sucking snot hard back into his head trying, and failing, to stop his wife knowing he was crying.
She'd never known a victory so sweet.
The story would be told dozens of times, resulting in boundless streams giggles, whenever her girlfriends came over to the new place to drink champagne and tan.
He sought his revenge by thinking of these friends in their bikinis when he and Alexia made love.