Understand why wives do the revengeful cutting up of STBXH's clothes, laxatives in food, salt on his beloved garden. Don't know how to maintain the civilised front. He's fucking Teflon and so believes he has the moral high ground. Instead he is just so bland I know exactly why I'm outta here.
The countdown is a matter of days, waiting for exchange on house so know how blessed I am.
What are your top tips for keeping your baser instincts in tact that doesn't require tendency toward OCD or a massive 'after the party' hangover?