I completely agree with the suggestion of two houses. My husband (soon to be ex) and I get along so much better because he’s in his house and I’m in mine. If we had only separated sooner, I wouldn’t have laughed as hard as I did at the part in your story about the dishwasher. In my case, when he still lived here, I eventually learned to put the dishes in the dishwasher any which way because I knew he’d “fix” it anyway. He wouldn’t load it on his own, mind you, but he was perfectly able to fix my “errors.”

I couldn’t love living alone more. In fact I might marry it one day.

Far more interesting internally than externally. I write to quiet the voices. Deleted Facebook & Twitter thereby immediately quieting 1000’s of voices.

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