Dearest Mule,
I like farts like the next person, and love to see the old men crap themselves at the local supermarket. Why (after 11 years) can't my wife allow one gassy pass to exit her bum in front of me so I can enjoy an amazing moment in time?
Aromatically yours,
BHP
Dearest Fart-Lover,
This is a true predicament. Relationships are difficult ships to navigate. Sometimes one person wants to head in one direction while the other one is drunk at the wheel. And sometimes one person wants to hear and smell flatulence while the other person is shy or scared. Farts are indeed an entertaining and rich part of our lives and to not be able to enjoy them can be distressing.
I think you should start my asking yourself a few questions:
Does your wife have any traumatic experiences related to farting in public? Does your wife know you love farts? Does she sometimes walk away when you are discussing your love of farts? When you're at the the supermarket watching old men crap their pants are you filming it with your phone? Or possibly a more high tech camera? Do you subscribe to Fart Aficionado Monthly? Has your wife every caught you jerking off to ass-sniffing porn? Do you own any scratch and sniff stink-butt stickers? Do you want to vacation inside of a giant asshole? Do you force-feed your wife, or anyone else, beans, or any other extreme fibre foods? Do you sometimes sneak off to a hotel just to pay a woman to fart in your presence?
If you answered yes to three or more of these then you might be the problem and not your wife. You may have a very advanced fart addiction. I would advise you to attend Fartaholics Anonymous (FA) as soon as possible. Although, most fart addicts are unable to seek help and make it work for them until they've hit rock bottom.
Hopefully, you'll be on the mend very soon.
Stinkily yours,
Mule