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Functional Home
Friday, 2 January 2026

I spent some five decades building a home, only to realize its fragility. My fear — that the structure "collapses" if the house help goes away — is the ultimate complaint against myself. It's not about the physical tasks; it's about a crushing loss of peace of mind. The home, which should be my sanctuary, becomes an immediate source of turmoil and dread the moment support (Batman) leaves.

The feeling that truly overwhelms me is a profound exhaustion. This weariness comes not just from the thought of physical work, but from the stark realization of my dependence and the atmosphere it creates. My wife doesn’t seem willing to tolerate, live alongside, or assume even the smallest responsibility for the shared life we've built. The collapse is not just in lighting the gyzer, serving breakfast, helping me get ready for the office; the collapse is the isolation within these walls.

My ultimate desire after all those years (of marriage) was not this precarious lifestyle. I did not work that hard to create a structure that relies on hired help to maintain a façade. What I truly wanted was a home full of love, care, and more love. Instead, I have built what feels like a gilded cage — an expensive, comfortable prison where the only warmth comes from me, and the only responsibility is mine alone. 

This is the heavy price of my five decades.

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