This is a low-key problem where the only thing at stake is my sanity. My family has agreed to abide by your judgment. After blowing my top at my husband and two teenage sons for being absolute slobs, I told them they are responsible for cleaning their own bathrooms , and I will clean the bathroom in the master bedroom.Predictably, they let their bathrooms get filthy and started using mine. I lost my temper after I saw the seat up, stepped in a puddle of urine, and saw someone had gone No.
Human beings are, alas, disgusting filth machines and there is no greater shame than the mirror the bathroom holds up to our wretchedness. The only recourse, as you know, is cleaning it up and pretending that we are somehow new beings, poopless and godlike. You get this. You’ve explained it to them. I’ll bet you’re the kind of person who has a bin from the Container Store marked “Bathroom cleaning supplies!” that you leave out helpfully. And yet still they think that the urine unpuddles itself.
When I met Paul, he was in constant contact with his ex because of Dee’s legal and school troubles. Half the time we were together, Paul would get a call from his ex about Dee. They also spent the holidays together because the kids wanted it.Paul told me he loved me and to be patient, things would get better. And they did for everyone but me. Dee straightened out her life and is currently attending community college. She lives with friends, so her mother has an empty nest.
I agree that Paul isn’t sleeping with his ex. Their interactions are friendly, not flirty, but I am tired of playing second fiddle here. Paul claims he wants us to get married. I love him, but I need a second opinion here.While I understand wanting to feel like all of Paul’s attention is on you, it doesn’t really sound like you’re playing second fiddle.
Good god no