I went outside this morning and behind the Jimmy, sat a tree stump with it’s roots. Steve worked with his brother yesterday and I have to have his junk carried to our yard.
Steve and I both have stuff, don’t get me wrong. I have dishes, cook books, yarn, beads, books, paints, any craft item I might possibly need, I have. Steve has broken electronis, old moldy books, old board games, dry rotted basketballs, and every item I’ve ever asked him to donate. Is mine different from his? Mine is organized and has a place. His is jammed into a shed, in closets, against the house on our deck. Mine is pleasant to look at. His makes me cringe.
But really, I keep asking myself, is there a difference? I’ve almost left him over this 3 times in our 18 yrs. I love him, but I can’t stand his stuff.