Retired. Doing pretty well. Here's my back story regarding the wife. I was a long haul trucker when I ate at Denny's in Chicago. She was the manager. My health was getting pretty bad from too many years on the road. She acted interested. I ended up stopping in three times and then she made me the offer: "If you want to quit trucking, you can just live with me. Don't gotta work, don't gotta marry, can stay forever or just a week". Next April, I quit, ditched the truck at the terminal in St. Louis. She drove there and picked me up. Took me home. I didn't work for a year and she never bitched about it at all. Denny's paid her pretty good. But Chic ago winters are brutal, so I said I gotta go south, with or without her. She got a transfer to Spartanburg, SC. I asked to go part-time in the restaurant, and became a weekend dishwasher and had a blast doing simple shit with goof-ball co-workers - for minimum wage. Went from $80k per year trucking to unemployed to minimum wage, and she supported my every decision. Now that's a keeper! Went back to trucking for a few more years, then on a whim, started an appliance repair business, and guess who became the manager. I ran the repairs, she ran the office. What a team! And as I type, she's in the kitchen making me a sammich. Hahahaha! The right one is a delight. But this is my second marriage. The first one... I got took. Bad. So again, be careful! *turkey with cheese, grilled, corn chips and a pickle just landed in front of me. Gotta go!