my bad, and i like just figured you had cleaned up today.
back story, and short story form
so my husband had a heart attack last year, and he quit work to recover, and he was really proactive in the first few months but eventually fell totally into a deep depression, and and along i stumbled with him
my heart is telling me his days consisted of beinge watching youtube, movies ect, and mine revolved around the kids, and like just taking care of them, and my depression got worse and along with it, the house, and clutter and disorganization now rule here
well my husband has started working again, light work, with a buddy of his but go off i guess
With today being his third day of work. Afterwards his buddy and his wife are dropping my husband off at home. To which my husband calls me, while out front and proceeds to say, "Hey they want to come in and say hi to the kids."
I immediately begin calmly freaking out saying "What the frick, what the frick your not serious are you?"
he says, yeah, whats wrong?
by this point i am near tears saying why??? what the frick is wrong with you??? why are you doing this to me??? are you serious??? no, and no they cant come in right now, and im sorry but no.
so i am mortally embarrassed, and ashamed and sick with my husband right now, and sick with myself over the state of my house
um when he finally gets inside (after telling them god knows what of why they couldnt come in) i ask him what the frick is going on and his reply is simply
my bad, and i like just figured you had clean up today.
He just figured in the 4 hours he's been gone that I was able to clean up 8 months* of depression clutter.
and these arent like just regular ole buddys, and no no no, and these are his our maids have maids wealthy buddys
i am still crying
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I dated a girl like this for a month. I was over at her place one night and went to take a shower in the morning. The I stepped in, then looked down and saw the filthiest bathtub I've ever seen. The whole drain was clogged up with hair, brown stains everywhere, it was horrific.
I was giving her the benefit of the doubt, and assumed her landlord was shit. Turns out, she owned the place, and just hadn't fixed it.
Guys get a lot of shit for setups like this
and rightly so, but most of the mess in super-bachelor apartments is usually clothes and dishes and shit in my experience.
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At least that place looks vacuumed and there's not shit/clothes/dishes everywhere.
I'll take that any day over a place that looks like a bomb went off in it.
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an hvm would’ve gotten out the scrubbing bubbles and gotten to work 💅🏻 you didn’t deserve her
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As a kid my room looked like that, until my mother had my brothers fill it with furniture (wardrobes, dressers, stands whole shebang). I hated it and refused to use them for years. I'd literally take my clean cloths and stack then on a chair in front of my wardrobe.
Same thing happened with a bed, but I actually used that.
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I like open spaces!
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Opinions on weighted blankets and strict routines?
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Love em both.
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99% of modern single women live like absolute pigs
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