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It was fate, then. One-man army meets woman who can't cook for less. ;)
I think you're stronger than you give yourself credit for. And hey, that charm doesn't go away, it might just get pushed aside sometimes when the insanity hits.
But I do want to hear about it. Stop by Trader Joe's and grab some Tiramisu. We'll have a faux Italian night, and break open a bottle of wine. It'll be romantic. You can tell me all about your crazy, and I can tell you about mine.