He moved to Tranquillity. I am walking around the house in my underwear. He is gone. I took the longest shower using way too much water, and every light and tv in the house is on. He is gone, and he left his booze and seven bottles of wine. He is gone. the house smells like high grade marijuana. He is gone. I don’t have to cook dinner, and I can go low-carb. I don’t have to stock cookies, bread or cherry pie.. He is gone , safe and settled. . I am free to do as I please. Hell Yes.