My soon to be "not my husband" is supposed to leave today for two glorious weeks. TWO WEEKS! That's two weeks of a clean house, no yelling, no arguing, no tons of laundry (cuz he's worse than a woman), no shitty guilt inspiring nasty comments, no glued to the computer or playstation, no everything. Oh, privacy, I adore you. How does a marriage come to this end? My feelings are just one of the many indicators that this marriage truly is over. I don't even care that he's going into a ...