Hello All,

I'm in the habit of quitting everything. School, Army, religion, work, parenthood and marriage.
To the point my wife calls me "The Quitter". It's a title I've earned making terrible sacrifices. Not in the mood to reliquish it now.

Last week I "moved" to my favorite room in the house. I have my guns, my knives and my bizarre art in there. Also a normal bathroom with normal height.
I spent two days accomodating my humble stuff to make it comfortable for habitation. It's opposite to the master, so I can crank the stereo to my heart's content, without being reprimended.

Went out of town, and when I came back, everything was back in the master.
Only everything was out of proper order.
I think this is usurpation(sp) of privacy and total disregard for my wishes.
Are this grounds for divorce?. Long separation maybe?.
I'm I being tortured?. Futhermore, shall I move "a little farther"?.
You tell me. All I need is a little encouragement to quit yet again.