see, now that's what I've done in the past. And H's response is that my expectations are too high, that his way is just fine, and he's an adult.

I grew up in a house with a mother who did phung shway (Horrible spelling of that- had to go phonetic) before it was cool to do it. I am in total need of order.

Take last night- I went grocery shopping and walked into the kitchen with 5 bags in hand and arm- he had mail and sh!t all over the place- so here I am standing with heavy bags and no where to put them down. (Kitchen is too small to put them on the floor- they'd block the way and I'd have no where to step).

That bugs the crap out of me. No matter how many times I ask him to move the mail, or not leave his stuff on the counters, or even nicely say that the counter is not where mail belongs- it will still be put there- because he is an adult and he can do it.

See my problem?

When life gives you lemons, trade them for limes and break out the tequila!!-- Soxfan2007

7/1/05 Bomb
7/20/05 H moves out
2.5 years of Rollercoaster
10/30/07 H moves back home