Having finally moved from the family home I was left with decades of stuff.  I got rid of most of it but I still have one box with the wedding pics. I figure that proves that it happened.  My GX fled in hatred and really wanted to erase me and all the stuff.

Our big TV died a few months ago, I just kinda shrugged and thought... well, that's one less thing to split, but she took 2 others. The bigger being a 13 year old 42". Great! Upgrade time. 

Got all new bedding, finally cleaned a lot of her debris from around the bed (found 7 forks just stuffed under stuff) and slept square in the middle of the king size for the first time and it was pretty nice, I'd gotten used to sleeping on the edge for so long, maybe 18 to 24 inches worth of the bed max. Until the alarm went off and I had to army crawl back to the side to turn it off. Then I was gone all day and she had our son. When I got back she was sitting on my bed with our middle. If I find crumbs in it, I'm gonna be pretty pissed. I really need to get around to rekeying to the locks.