I'm not being a dick. I've just kicked you in the face with reality a few times this week and you've shot me down at every single turn except the one where you probably sat down and thought about it for five minutes before you went right back to doing whatever you wanted. You were acting like an idiot, you were wanting to sing to her and you sent balloons and candy and whatever else and now, you're calmer. Just suddenly. Poof. But I'm completely wrong about this and that was normal behavior for you. And now you're married.
So what else do you want me to do, Dean, that won't alienate you from me? You're an adult.