The Thursday Before the Friday that Starts Pride Weekend—or—Roommate's Birthday

First of all, I should have known that mixing with someone born not only in the same sun sign as myself but also on the same day as that of a high school crush (which ended horribly, tragically, and bitterly) just couldn't be a good thing. In any case, happy birthday to H.

Which leads me to my more pressing matter. I have a question. I need some advice. Let's say that you're in a ten-year relationship with someone. As with any relationship, you've had your ups and downs, goods and bads, your funs and not-so-funs, but after ten years, it's gone south, and it's gotten really ugly and nasty and hateful. But neither one of you is financially able to extract yourself from the living situation. So, you're kinda stuck in this deathgrip dance thing. You don't have friends or family to rely on, and you're really just stuck together or out braving the streets of San Francisco, which we all know are not friendly to the homeless. My question is: How do you stop caring about the other person so that the hate and the anger and the bitterness and the resentment doesn't bother you anymore?

And I'm really serious about this. I would love to hear your thoughts.

Thank you bye.

I was silly enough to write this at 2:03 PM