What a way to live. Is this the way I lived with my mother? Yes! Hence the reason why I moved out the very first chance I got. Scenarios of craziness or irrational behavior are as follows; I have just scrubbed the kitchen floor, my husband walks in from riding is motorcycle and instead of saying “Honey you’ve been working hard – the floor looks great”, he says “You didn’t do it right – these tiles over here are still smudged”. There are only two of us in the house, if I do the wash and can’t find a sock, immediately he says “This doesn’t happen when I was clothes”. My response to that is “okay from now on you can wash the clothes”.

If we have people over to eat dinner and I add 2 more chairs to the dining table, immediately because he has to compromise and share his side of the table with someone, he loses his appetite and becomes agitated. If the chairs are not immediately returned to their rightful place by end of evening, he’s already complaining. Every day I contemplate leaving my husband. Should I, shouldn’t I. I love him but he drives me insane. There are days where he is kind and loving but 70% out 100% he is just impossible to live with.

I’m not perfect but definitely not anal. I think the only thing I’m a little bit crazy about is my linen closet where all the towels have to be folded with the roll facing out and in size order. I don’t let anyone put away any of my towels and everyone in my family knows it.

Anal antics, definitely a difficult thing to deal with.