The relationship between Mick McCarthy and us nuggets is rather like any marriage or partnership that matters.
The hedonistic highs, the miserable lows and all of those infectious idiosyncrasies in between are underpinned by patience, understanding and a refusal to take either party for granted.
Now might be the time to call Relate then, because judging by the scenes at Molineux, those values are eroding fast.
Defeat to Newcastle – however unlucky – is of huge concern when it is our fourth on the bounce and third at home.
It was more the whole experience though, that felt like a full blown tear-up between ‘husband and wife’ that was more worrying.
Incessant bickering and sniping from the stands whenever Karl Henry dared touch the ball, to the moment he got substituted to the loudest cheer of the day.
A reaction to make Mick scream with anger.
A team selection to make fans do likewise.
There is definitely no love lost between either party right now, with both at their most irritable worst.
Mick can point to the hapless incompetence of referee Mark Halsey for depriving us of a blatant penalty and his dishonest linesman flagging a clear goal at the death.
But fans will argue that we get the luck we deserve when Adlene Guedioura and Adam Hammill are ignored once again and Milijas dropped altogether.
The same fans will feel then completely vindicated when both players changed the game after coming onto the pitch.
That McCarthy works with these players on a daily basis makes such decisions all the more baffling.
Times change. Results have done likewise, while superior performances in the Carling Cup surely demanded recognition at the very least.
Insufferable levels of irritation then follow, manifesting itself in a reaction to Mick’s on-field lieutenant that made me cringe in pain.
Or a cry for help from a set of supporters who feel completely unloved and ignored right now.
Any season ticket holder present for our Premier League ‘adventure’ under Mick will have seen 14 home wins out of a possible 42 games.
The three year monotony of a leaky defence, inability to play 4-4-2 and ever widening win-loss ratio is excruciating.
As is the clear understanding that we are in for our third successive relegation battle in three years.
Three minutes separated us and NPower League football and how Steve Morgan puffed his cheeks.
Yet only Roger Johnson was purchased in the most arrogant, misguided interpretation of the term ‘progress’ ever imaginable.
So we are destined to struggle and destined to lose against a team like Newcastle with a referee so biased in their favour.
In rugby terms, the first hour was akin to watching England with unforced errors a plenty along with predictable slow-ball that was easily dealt with.
True, their keeper made three inspired saves in chances created in isolation, rather than continued phases of play.
Then Guedioura and Hammill came on and changed then game like we have all been saying they would.
Fletcher again showed Doyle up as our only direct attacking option and deserved his goal from a Hammill cross.
The little Scouser then showed Jarvis up with another brilliant delivery that should have led to an equaliser, but for a linesman’s flag.
Common sense amongst most fans says the team that finished this game starts the next one at Albion, or at least features Hammill and Guedioura in some form.
Judging on past history, Mick McCarthy’s interpretation will differ.
And so the feud continues…