There's a reason we have a binding contract for marital relationships, a reason why 'civil unions' or 'domestic partnerships' just aren't the same thing. It's so when your partner says something like "You're not a cow. You talk too much to be a cow," you can't just storm off forever. There's paperwork, and furniture to divvy, and the like - and that, boys and girls, is why we have marriage.
I should mention here that I called myself a cow, and it didn't have anything to do with weight, and it was apropos of the latest bad movie we were watching, and it was actually kind of funny, and I did exact my revenge.
But still. Bad move, Surinsu=san. Lucky we're married.