Relatedly, how do people live together year in, year out, without going nuts? Henry and I lasted 11 years before I left him, and so far it's still enough togetherness for my lifetime.

Living with people isn't easy. As much as I love my husband and kids I treasure my alone time. Is there any way you could interest her in taking a class somewhere or something that would get her out of the house?

Java, I don't even know, I'm like you. Sometimes I get a little lonely but I think I'd go mad if there were someone else here constantly.

I hear you, Java. It's tough.

Hubby and I would occupy ourselves in separate rooms, though he would have been happier with both of us in the same room. He wanted to know everything that went on in my head, but I never told him. I dreamed of a place of my own with just my books, but it always came down to life without him being less pleasant than life with him.

TCG and I will often be in the same room reading and occasionally talking about what we're reading. Of course, now we also have a toddler in the room, who will NOT be ignored.

I think my body is starting to get used to the zoloft. I'm much less shaky today, but I have had to cut way back on my caffeine consumption. My stomach is upset, but hopefully I'll be able to get around enough tomorrow for TCG to go to work.

Mom and I are struggling with the getting used to living together. Part of it is realizing, for both if us, that sometimes the main area will be used and the other person will have to use their bedroom.

Mom likes shows with medical procedures and she wasn't watching them or would switch the TV if I came home or something but I'll disappear during that.

I need to get better about going out wHulett she's home so she'll have time.

I just tried to talk to the hopeless guy who's been hitting on me for a week on FB about how to get girls. What is up with sad dudes and their awful private messages? Do not like. And there's something about me(as well as the chair, I suppose. Sigh) that my profile pic might as well have "LOW HANGING FRUIT" written on it...that is flattering as fuck. They don't even try. And to think I thought for half my life about being hit on, and when it finally happens, it's a dude wanting to sit in my lap in my chair.

Ugh. I made an OK Cupid profile, and I keep getting messages from guys in Pakistan who tell me they like my breasts. I'm actually kind of curious about these guys -- like, how long have they been trying this, and how many more women will they message before they realize that this is a be strategy?

Rocket J. Squirrell "Does that ever work?"