I just realized that I can now laugh and make jokes about my marital problems.
Yes. I hit this point about a month ago. When W moved out and took the entire kitchen, it was hilarious trying to cook anything. Her parents were actually over with my parents for Fathers Day (without W) and it was just sad some of the things we had to do to prepare dinner. I'm not sure if you're familiar, but it's like living on the set of "Cutthroat Kitchen". Sometimes, all you can do is laugh about this stuff.
