When Jake and I aren’t on the same page, it takes the same picnic basket of goodies to get us back on track. And it typically happens in this order:
A dramatic outburst from myself on how my feelings are not being validated — “We’re parents! We’re roommates! Where is the romance?! I am no one without my freedom!”
A hard conversation at the root of why we’…
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