Today Pete is coming home. He’s been in Europe for 11 days. I am perfectly happy alone in the house. When he is one I accomplish things. I made a list, (I work better that way) and got everything on the list done and even some extras. I feel good. When Pete is home he interrupts everything I want to do. He can’t leave me alone, only when he has a job to do. He always has stuff to do but he calls me into it. We argue all the time. I have no validation or more important no appreciation from him.

I clean the kitchen, he does the dishes, I’d rather use the dishwasher. He doesn’t clean the sink or the counters. Whatever is clean, he gets dirty. The two car garage is filled with his stuff top to bottom. I have my golf cart. There is his Harley Davidson that has sat in there unused for 12 years He has piles of shit all over the house. Every corner in the living room, dining room, and bedroom is filled with his stuff. His dresser is piled high with paper cups filled with crap. I

He has the entire upstairs with two desks set up, yet he needed to set up another desk in the dining room that is loaded with papers, or he sets up his laptop on the dining room table. He has 5 flashlights in the kitchen on my credenza. There are flashlights all over the house. I can’t take it anymore. He won’t get rid of anything! I suggest giving some things to his nephew or brother and sister and he refuses, things he hasn’t used in over 20 years. I can’t live like this.