It pours. So riddle me this, she brings up an open relationship. I fight it. She fights back. We come to some sort of accord to at least keep living together and not get divorced until we get some counseling and possibly figure out how to make this work.
Then she gets a new job that keeps her out until all different times pretty much every day.
This sits real well. My lizard brain isn't doing anything destructive with this...
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