To preserve my own sanity, I built that spreadsheet. It wasn’t research; it was self-defense. I started logging their texts, her complaints, his non-responses. I tracked the correlation between his late-night poker games and her sudden need to reorganize the linen closet. I tracked the exact frequency of his “I need space” request, which was always immediately preceded by her pointing out a flaw in his logic. This tracking, this “practice,” turned into this blog. It started because I needed to know when the next explosion was coming so I could turn off my phone and actually run my business. I had to get ahead of the drama. I didn’t care about the stars; I cared about the patterns. And the pattern I discovered is this: