Speaking of machines… one of the toughest concessions I made due to marriage was choosing automotive practicality over preference. I’ve always been a utility or sports vehicle guy. But there’s nothing remotely sporty about the white, under-powered 1980 Oldsmobile Cutlass I drove with gritted teeth during the halcyon years of married life. The idiot who eventually stole it removed a huge albatross from my pack-animal neck.
I haven’t started the actual divorce process yet– been very busy preparing to prepare for it though. I envy any couples who are able to walk away from each other without any major difficulty. My adult sons aren’t a factor, but years of accumulated crap has sure become one. Hopefully the fact that I want free of it all, including our house, will help.