Anyway. Yeah. Anyway, how have things been with Shweta? She's like, oh, she's turned over a new leaf quite a bit. I've decoupled my office commutes from hers and life is a lot better. I get to go to office really early in the morning as I prefer, and visit my gym on the way back. Really good. Of course, some of this is my doing, but I'm glad we don't have that thing to deal with anymore. I'm like, oh, wow. And this has happened after an actual conversation with her. He's like, yes. I'm like, interesting. And actually. Like, is she still being psycho about her flatmate? I still don't like how she treats Amritiya, her flatmate. I'm like, that sounds about right. And then he's like, sometimes I flatly remind her that she has a high blood pressure diagnosis for a reason and if she keeps getting spun up, it'll stay high. And I'm like, that's a strange way to tell an angry person they need to deal with their anger issues. Then he's like, anyway. She's also started seeing a therapist and taking an ssri. I had the misfortune of one day hearing her complain about me to her therapist because her bedroom door isn't thick enough to block the sound. I walked away because I genuinely didn't want to hear it. Broadly speaking, though, I suppose it's good that she has a therapist to talk to. Talk about things to Abhitak, see all green flags. Then kushuj. Then he's unrelated. Then he's like, I'm also getting myself used to the fact that she and you simply aren't going to get along. Leaving aside pleasantries like the random conversation we had on the group and making sure to defend you when you aren't in the room. And I'm like, oh, what is she saying about me? And he's like, well, to begin with, it's a messy conversation. She provoked her opener. I wonder how your family will respond if they ever come to my flat and see the mandir I have set up in one nook. So Bhaiya responds with, my parents probably won't say anything at this point. I'm a little blurry. But I think she asked about you, the family member I hadn't mentioned. And I said, meha will probably find it tacky. And I'm like, lamau, you set that up, Bechari, she doesn't need to know. She has bad taste. And you delivered that blow so coldly. My parents won't Say anything and Meha. Meha will find a tacky. He's like, she took offense to that. And I said, for one thing, this is a hypothetical conversation that hasn't happened yet. And for another, I'm going to protect Meha's right to stop speak frankly about religion, including things she finds tacky, because she and I have. She and I have bonded over frankly criticizing religion for years. I'm like, yeah, I can imagine how that went. But the truth is that I would also not say anything about it, despite finding it tacky, of course. And he's like, yeah, I guess. But don't you think her opening question was more or less a setup to get the conversation to this point? And I'm like, yes, she was. There was a. It was a trick question, and there was no way you could have sidestepped this. And then she go. He goes, vesa, to tie some threads together, the fact that I called outward expressions of religion tacky is what I heard her recounting to her therapist later. Despite me walking away, etc. She told me the rest of that exchange anyway in the form of my therapist agreed that you shouldn't call religion tacky. I'm like, chalo, good to know therapy is making her a better person. I think signing a lease is a logical next step. He said that? I said that. What did he say to that? He was like, sigh. I think her doing therapy means good things. I mean, he's lying to himself. He's full Delulu.