I got my pink in a stink! My yearlong lover moved into my house this June when she lost the house she was renting. Prior to this we spoke of moving in together, in a year. I am a caretaker and I admit my flaw. However, I find myself doing the majority of the work around our domicile. I'm frustrated and when I speak about it my lover feels like a burden and disagrees. Meanwhile I am up to my eyeballs with her stuff and my stuff. This little house has no room and my feisty voracious appetite for hide-and-seek in the boudoir has grown cold! I am contemplating running away. Whatever shall I do?
—Stinky Pinky the Escape Artist
Dear Stinky Pinky,
This has been a test of the Emergency Domesticity System. When the stink hit the fan, you let her move in and now the quarters are cramped and your lust is crimped. Whatever shall you do? Will you work through it with her or will you let "stuff" stand in the way? If you can't make close quarters work when times are tough, how do you think the relationship will fare during major turbulence? Maybe the universe is telling you something that you can't learn between the sheets. Rent a storage unit until bigger accommodations can be arranged.