Eh oui, c'est moi, le vieux crapaud.
Mea culpa,
Mea culpa,
Mea maxima culpa.
What? Something's done wrong there, some time ago? Yes, it must have been me. I guess I'm the one to blame. In very fact. Who else would there be to blame?...you?
Well, that's OK, I am the one to blame. You put the load right back on me... --Van

So, there's a new way of doing things. It's called compromise. You give your idea, then I give mine; then we do what you want. That's how it works. That's the uxorial dilemma.