Genuinely don't understand how I haven't been dumped yet lmao. We don't have convenient places to put our drinks when we sit out the couch. But we have a dog that's completely spacially unaware (hilarious most of the time); he knocked over my glass of milk last night and [very] long story short I ended up starting a huge fight with my S/O, sobbing on the couch for over an hour, asking them to go to the other room because I was so embarassed/ashamed, criticizing everything about myself to the point where I was self-loathing over things I said/did over a DECADE ago, and slept on the couch because even after calming down I was too embarassed to face my S/O. God I love this illness