You are right, that song is perfect for Retrouvaille. I haven't heard it yet, but the lyrics are great. As for the rock, keep it for yourself. Your husband says the ugliest, most disgustingly hurtful things to you. He does not deserve the wonderful woman and mother that you are. He couldn't surpass you at kissing your daughter goodnight if he spent 200 minutes doing it. Your husband builds himself up by tearing you down. Not much to admire there.
