Years ago I watched a video segment on marital conflict. The husband and wife shared several sources of strife – he puts the toilet paper on the dispenser backwards, she squeezes the toothpaste tube in the middle. Each situation boiled down to one spouse not getting his or her way about a trivial issue. I was confused. Who thinks they get to decide how the toothpaste is squeezed? Who made her the lord of the toilet paper?
I couldn’t relate. Why? I’m used to living with people. I’m a 28-year-old college-educated woman, and I’ve never lived alone. In fact, I never “moved out.” That’s right – I still live at home. I haven’t made this decision because I’m inept or immature. I’m not incapable of living alone. It’s just that I’ve seen the value of living communally…
Incandescent Ink 