So we're a couple of weeks in and I'm the dreaded respondent.
Alright perhaps I haven't been the best husband in the world but how quickly the early stage develops into some pretty petty stuff.
I'm told no sleeping together (like that was happening anyway), no eating together -OK. Do your own ironing - hey I can do that ( where's the manual).
Oh and buy your own food - By the way we're out of coffee. OK I'll go to Spar and get some? - no buy your own food!
Next morning guess what - there's coffee, she's drinking it but - it's hidden and I can't touch it cos the solicitor said so. Where does it