C820 Task 2 Move, said the passive aggressive voice behind me, as she shoved a pile of dirty dishes past me into the sink, where I had already been laboring for the last 10 minutes. My face went hot and my stomach churned and cramped suddenly as I felt the anger I had already been feeling boil over into uncontrollable rage. I yelled, screamed, and swore in ways that I had never done in my marriage before. It had started out as a simple conversation about finances. My wife and I had come into an unexpected tax return windfall, and I was explaining to her over dinner exactly how much money we were expecting to receive. I had just begun to unfold part C of my brilliant 47-point plan to save and invest this newly found money, equitably divided between our rainy day fund and our...