Over 20 years with my ex and I almost got used to the fact he couldn’t shut a f’ing door properly or at all! Even a new kitchen with soft closers didn’t cure his phobia of seeing to it that the door was shut right. Separation was agony, but just when I thought I was recovering I let a new guy into my life, he stays over for the first time and kindly makes my morning brew. But it turns into The Amityville Horror when I go to the kitchen and discover he has the same affliction to my ex. Not one but 3 doors left ajar, WTF is wrong with them!?