This ain't shit. I had someone email me from my blog with the embarrassing admission that they'd apparently had an "online romance" with ME for years. tl;dr but the person playing me ended their relationship when she declared that she had to return to Japan to do battle with my brother in the family dojo over…

Honestly, speaking as a super independent woman...I'd have dumped you on your ass. It's his apartment, not yours. You can bitch if you're living together.

Almost none of those apply if you live in a condo/apartment/duplex and own a newer car.

Kill many burglars?

I bet not as many as I've washed dishes.

Risk and skill? Mowing the lawn is risky? How about taking out the trash? I put up my own shelves and am capable of defending my own home, I work full time and make the same pay and my husband STILL labors under the assumption that some things just magically "get done". And we'll probably wind up divorced over it.

R…