Nobody actually likes doing laundry, but like death and taxes, it seems there’s always some to be done. If you’re going to spend time sorting, scrubbing and folding anyway, doesn’t it seem fitting to do it in a room you actually want to spend time in?
I'm trying desperately to figure out what the reason was for putting him in my path. Other than heartbreak and ruining my self confidence and feeling totally conned and stupid, I don't know. Maybe i needed to learn that you really can't trust people.