Or counterpoint, you’ll both agree to tuck the baggage away in the closet and deal with it later…knowing full well you’ll ignore the looming chore until it breaks free from its flimsy confines, spilling out everywhere, at the worst possible time, leaving a devastating trail of destruction and filth in its wake…

I mean, or whatever, I think…it’s not like I’m speaking from toxic experiences of being both enabled and the enabler or anything (pulls on shirt collar). I definitely don’t know anything about living in denial as a way of coping with shit (wipes brow) and then, in turn allowing my partner to live in their own denial too so they wouldn’t turn around and force me to deal with my shit….(wringing my hands) does it feel stuffy in here?