You grow weary of those yarns well known: old wins, defeats of the yesterday, things they liked so much or those they said “no!” to. This is silly! Why on earth do they tire us? We have things to do, we live today.
You are certain to kill your old parents by not allowing them to speak: by telling them that you did hear this already, you know, yes, you know; by making them feel cold or how ridiculous they are or simply cutting in, not listening so that at last they become silent. They do and soon enough they forget, and forget themselves, wither and die out.
As it happens, marriage dies in the same way.