Very well. My ex came home one day and told me that all of the Catholics in the neighborhood wanted her to bear the Christ child for the second coming. Because her name was Mary.
She became very interested in changing her name. She also became fiercely critical of me for the interference: Apparently, my astral body was popping out of me at night and giving her all kinds of invasive h*ll. The stories I could tell you.
First off, I’m diabetic. I had a girlfriend in high school who was upset at me at the time because I was in a play, SHE wanted me to audition for. With no theater experience, I got a big part and she got nothing. She wanted me to quit, but I didn’t. Fast forward to right before the first show. She apologized, offered to buy me an in-n-out meal and then I drove her home. After finishing eating in my car outside her house she grabbed my diabetes equipment ran into her house and locked the door. She screamed; you can’t go now I won’t give it back until you promise to not do the play. I went to the play anyway, feeling like the black guy from Con-air. Luckily her best friend was the stage manager and she convinced her to give it back before I had to go to the hospital.