I prefer when friends are honest with me, rather than saying they like something when they don't, or that I look good when I don't. I can't understand those who put others above themselves (barring parents with their children, and partners with each other), or who willingly live in unhappy situations. The idea of not loving yourself is an exteremely strange one to me, as is that of not enjoying the pleasures of life. I can't say that things stress me out, but I do understand wanting to be alone at times. I am more productive that way myself. They must sell very small steaks there for it not to be enough to feed four people. Mom and Joanie often watch The Good Doctor, though Mom is more interested in the cases rather than his life. I enjoyed the story about the dogs. That sounds like fun.I couldn't imagine working as hard as you do. That sounds insane. I'm sorry to hear about the chives. That's sad. Maybe, you'll have better luck with the basil. I could never stay with a partner who drank heavily and/or who mistreated me, but to each his own, I guess. As long as he's not abusing you or the children, and just gets grumpy, I suppose it's okay.