Air McNair Down

Apparently, nobody but me has ever seen a marriage go tit's up from the inside, so let me help y'all out:

You end up staying with a friend who's a pretty nice guy when you and the Mrs. decide (for whatever reason) that the *feces* just isn't going to work.

You can afford it, so you kick in for rent, which may be the only thing that separates this deal from 10,000 other deals exactly like it going on right now.

Trust me: Been there, done that. And didn't really add 'Some psycho bitch shoots my ass while everybody determines that I'm actually the one that's at fault here' into the equation.

I'll be more careful from now on, *fudge*ers.