Everything keeps falling apart. She insists we should stay together, though I cannot climb the stairs to her third-floor walk-up apartment while carrying the milk and eggs. We should stay together while shopping for groceries, even though mediation says otherwise. And though I cannot climb the stairs to her third-floor apartment, she insists on delivery of milk and eggs. The mediators never accounted for us sharing the milk and eggs and groceries and stairs and the agonizing descent of everything falling apart.