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Before I continue my relationship is fine, we're fine, things are good. But a younger me. That dude would be struggling right now.
We're moving to a new place, much bigger, so we're looking at new furniture to expand the house. Hence the dreaded Ikea trip. We haven't been to Ikea in a couple of years at this point, because the last time we went it lead to a passive aggressive cold war. Neither one of us wanted to really make concessions on a host of things, so we ended up not doing what either of us wanted. It worked in the long run, but that last trip, man.
And one of the things that popped up during this trip was about cleaning and clutter. My wife swears up and down that I am the messier person and she is the cleaner, when that's so far from the truth it would make my eyes bleed if I gave it serious thought. But I don't. And that's something we talked about at Ikea, "places to store things". She will take a months worth of mail, drop it in a box and say she cleaned.
I type all of this as I'm cleaning the house, after I had to go through a months worth of mail to find the water bill. A pettier person, a younger person, an aggrieved person would maybe take pictures and sort things out. I think 10 years ago I would've been that person who's feelings were hurt and trying to prove a point. Me today though, I paid the water bill, put that junk right back how she had it and moved on with my day. ------ “There is no fate that cannot be surmounted by scorn.” -Albert Camus
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