So yeah, it's great to have everything out in the open, we're all getting along just fine (and in some cases, better than in a long time...), the new living situation is comfy, and for the first time in a couple of years I've been able to take off the Backpack Of Guilt (tm) and hang it up. I feel oddly calm and quiet; I've been downright dozy all week, and I'm guessing it's just that now that there's so much less to stress about my body is taking a break from being a big knot of worry. It's pretty cool.