Imagine you're living with a significant other who despises you and informs you hourly how much.  How you chew your food, how you comb your hair, the shows you watch, your crappy friends.  Your ugly, broken down house sucks — too hot in the summer, too cold in the winter, a sickly color.  This significant other would be better off living on the streets than this dump.  So how do you handle it? Your choices are: Do nothing; let the ingrate stay to escalate the hate and vitriol until you're driven to drink. Leave — let the hater reap the benefits of all the love and work you've put into your home.  Give up your equity, maybe your life savings, but you'll escape with your sanity. Or you can say that if the S.O. is so damn miserable, find a street and get on it. The squad is our significant other.  They insult us, tear America down, berate us for being too white, too rich, too...(Read Full Post)