That's the thing about being married. Who you marry is not who you get years later. Retired Gary is not Work Gary who is not Early Married Gary (who frankly I don't even remember).
Work Gary would come home, rant about work for forty-five minutes, then talk in his sleep about Transact and COBOL.
Retired Gary waits for me to come home at five and falls asleep while I tell him about my day.
Work Gary would go to a party and read me the riot act after if I didn't pay full attention only to him.
Retired Gary just went to a Halloween party and talked with strangers while I played Cards Against Humanity.
Work Gary did absolutely no housework or yardwork.
Retired Gary deals with dinner, shares grocery shopping, and will empty the trash out of guilt if he sees me doing yardwork.
Work Gary quietly mourned when politics didn't go his way.
Retired Gary is busy Facebooking For Democracy.
Strangely, I fight more with Retired Gary, but I think that's because he's around more to fight with. I certainly feel less lonely. (Less emotional support placed on your backs, Internet friends!)
Happily, Retired Gary has expressed no urge to return to Work. Whew.