Men, forced to reside in the cave or face the wrath of a wife's scorn
General
Interesting subject, men. When I and my other decided to cohabitate, I relinquished my modest bachelor's pad in favor or her more suitable and considerably more upscale accommodations. I was given an office in which my trophies and racing memories were proudly displayed and an adjoining "wall of fame". I was comfortable there. That lasted for nearly 4 years. Now there's not a trace of me in those places except in an occasional picture...with her, or course. Back are the paintings, other frilly things, and her vision board. I am included on the board, though...at least for now.. My stuff is now either in my office at work or in the garage. At times I go to the garage and sit with my stuff...and the cat.
