“Neither of us is demanding, she even puts up with me throwing my dirty underwear into the wicker storage box next to the hamper. “
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Omgosh. Your comment about the dirty underwear almost had me LOLing.
I put a hamper in the Master Bedroom where my beloved dropped his clothing. He then throws the dirty clothing in the washroom on the floor. The washroom is actually just a few steps across from the Master Bedroom, so I cut him slack.
After I move the hamper from the Master Bedroom to the washroom and place it on the *exact spot* he drops his dirty clothing... you guessed it correctly; he starts dropping the clothing in the previous spot in the Master Bedroom.
Augh!
So I kept the laundry basket (his clothing only, is supposed to be in it) in the laundry room and pick up his clothing in the Master Bedroom.
He then tells me he’ll move it to the laundry basket after each shower. Does it happen, no.
So I still pick it up and move it a total of maybe 12-15 feet to the laundry basket in the laundry room.
Amazing. Simply amazing.
We’ve been married for a bit over 30 years. There are indeed worse habits, so I tell myself to be grateful!
LOL
I wonder what would happen if you put laundry baskets in both/all of the places he drops clothes at the same time?
One of my best friends died about a year ago. I had known him for about 35 years. He was just an all around amazing guy who could do pretty much anything. His parents were missionaries and he grew up in Africa so he had a very unique perspective on just about everything.
We have been very busy for the last few years and I had talked to him only occasionally. But I kept thinking we would get together and I would take him flying, and have him and his wife over for a meal. But when I called she told me that he had died.
So we had her come over for dinner after church and she told us lots of details about their life together that made sense but I had not considered. He was actually difficult to live with because he was a hoarder. Not like on the TV shows, but he had a lot of crap and he insisted on having a lot of it in their living room, especially piles of old magazines. When I went to their house I assumed that she was OK with this and maybe was a little messy herself. But actually we were told he became nasty when she would try to help him straighten things up.
She loved him but eventually she had moved out and he never mentioned it to me. They didn't get a divorce, she just started living in a little place a couple miles away that she could keep neat and clean. But when he got sick she moved back and took care of him. He ended up in the hospital and a nursing home and then he died. He had made a lot of money and was very good at managing it. She had a good job and retirement also. They always dreamed of doing all sorts of fun stuff, traveling and having nice things, but because they were so frugal and he had collected all this crap they didn't do anything out of their normal routine.
Outwardly I always thought that they had a very good marriage. But she was not happy, and now that he is dead even though she misses him she seems happier. She is doing the things she wants and even bought a car that was only a year old. I feel a little sad about the whole situation. He was a great guy, but his wife seems to be doing better with him gone. That seems a little out of tune with the way things should have been. It feels like even though he was a Christian man who did things right, that his life had a lot of wasted opportunities.
Our next door neighbor is a mean and nasty old coot and his wife was an alcoholic. He had a massive strike and is in a nursing home and will die there. We saw his wife the other day. She has given up drinking, looked about 20 years younger and has a positive outlook. Are we really living well when we are causing the ones we love to be miserable?