I like the fact that being single means I can keep my own hours and don’t have to pick up after anyone. But I don’t like the fact that I have no one to talk to, or go places with. It’s a trade off that isn’t always good.
I get yelled at for not making the bed, then I get yelled at for not making it ‘right’.
I don’t see a heck of a difference between how she makes the bed and how I make the bed.
So I leave her to it.