You are exceedingly kind. I don’t know how wise I am given that my own situation has plenty of ups and downs, but if nothing else, it forces me to eyeball myself in the mirror and periodically say “Now where the H did THAT come from???”
What we all call baggage is, to me, what we choose to carry forth without cleaning up what we left behind. In this case, messy breakups, a failure to own our messes where we’ve created them, and an addiction to the extreme highs of first attraction/new love which inevitably wears off. With the guy who moved in last May, we are still struggling through a great many minor and sometimes major challenges of two highly independent adults who have lived alone for very long times. If you ignore how we scare the holy poo out of each other coming around corners or in the middle of the night it’s going all right, but not without its moments. Certain things really put us off. And others bring us together. As it is with all of us. Thanks for your kind comments.