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When you put your frat brothers above your wife and family and hang out with them at the frat house on a your designated "family day," only to come home and find your "stuff" on the porch and your wife giving you an ultimatim: if you love your fraternity brothers so much, you need to go live with them.
Or you when you make your house into a de facto fraternity house and your wife gets fed up and you get your "walking papers."
These are two real cases from brothers I have known.
"Que Psi Phi 'til the day I die!"
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