Staying up till 3 am

Lights off

Computer on

Hoping to hear the ping

Of connection

Of interest

Of communication.

Pursuant to my last post, I am now going out of my way to click on only the most unnattractive pictures of him when he posts new stuff. Dickies? Yeah, no.

My theory: either I will become a lot more tolerant of man-fashion disasters or I will begin to find them sexy.

Sometimes, no matter how much you want to, you just can't take your mind off another person.

Battle of clutter

Husband is a compulsively tidying person and I'm an OCD slob.



Result? I like my clutter to stay RIGHT where it is, thank you very much and he feels the need for it to at least be contained within certain areas of the house.



Now, when I say slob, I don't mean the health-risk kind. I don't leave food around, or food covered dishes. Just paper, yarn, books, bags, etc



Every last blasted time I go looking for my things only to find he's dragged them off to some other part of the house, the only thing I can think is "Stop touching my stuff! I don't touch yours!"



I admit, it really isn't a very fair thought considering he could pile the house with books and papers and the only time it would bother me is if I stepped on them or they fell on me. He gets nervous and stressed when the house is messy.



I need to learn to contain my clutter.

For those of us who are...

20% of people in relationships are in love with someone who is not their partner

Have you been there? Are you still there?

Why, why, why?

Maybe I'm just too pratical: I married a man I knew loved me more than I could ever love him and who would take care of me the way I like to be taken care of.

The cost of constantly asking your children: do you want it, or do you need it? Do I need OC? No. Do I want him? Oh hell, yeah. Will it ever go away? I don't know. I don't know if I want it to, because maybe it feels like that will be the last desperate gasp of my youth flying out the window.

Practical? No. Human? Yes.

Hallelujah

Sometimes all it takes is a simple conversation to put your mind deeply at ease.

Dear Husband,

THANK YOU! for not being as into anal as you were evidentally pretending to be (thinking that I was turned on by it) Far from being turned on by it, I was starting to wonder if it would be our deal breaker.

So...how do you tell your partner that the thing that turns them on most in the world turns you dry as the Sahara?

No, seriously. How?