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Patricia,
Glad to help a fellow reader! I think you will like it. To comment briefly on your recently changed circumstance: I was married for 15 years to a man who didn't like to work. At anything: around the house, the yard, as an employee... I kept waiting for him to change, especially after two little kids arrived. But he didn't. You know, he always had the utmost respect for my art (it paid most of the bills), and my energy (I did often work at two or three different jobs). What he needled me with, his big huge bitter pill, was that I "loved" what I did. It was the ultimate insult to him, and also made me somehow unable to understand his ongoing predicament. The number I times I heard "You can never understand me, because you love your job" spat at me with venom. What was my job? Commercial and creative artist much of the time. Also bartender, waitress, cashier. I did them all, found the best in every situation and was happy. He never forgave me for it. My point? I think I lost it in the diatribe! Oh yeah, you can't change other people and frequently they are unable to change themselves. Find the good in everything, celebrate the small. You will be happy again.
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