New guy

[mbebos]

A friend visited me last night before his flight home. He said, wow this place is really clean. I thought you were a slob? (the W left no mysteries about my habits).

I then realized that I haven't been a slob for many years, although I am no OCD neat freak, I just don't make messes any more and I keep up on things. She was insulting the old me, the me that wasn't around any longer, and turning her frustrations on me from other issues. That wasn't fair. She used to be OCD, and turned into the slob, and was disgusted with herself. We changed roles.

Even our bed was a disaster every morning. The sheets and blankets thrown about. When I was suffering from sleep apnea for the first 11 years of our relationship, I was the thrasher that made a mess of the bed. Since I started using CPAP, I never realized until she was gone, how neat the bed stays.

So this friend delivered wisdom, when he didn't even mean to. I felt so angry for so long about doing most of the chores, and still being called a slob and I just took the abuse. Those days are over.

In other news I reconnected with an old friend of my mother's I haven't talked to much in years. Amazing lady. Because my family is either all dead or broken, I haven't heard new stories about my mother in years, and heard some that I forgot. It was nice.