Venting ahead
Ugh, what a charming beginning to the weekend.
Let me begin by saying that I love my wife, but she is is a total slob. She is a junk collector in the worst way. Our house is a total trash heap. She won't throw anything away, and goes ballistic if I try to do so myself. So, as a consequence, over the last 20 years, our house has turned into, what I affectionately refer to privately, as a "shit hole". We literally have 15 year old piles of newspapers that she refused to throw out "until I get a chance to read them". There are piles of clutter and crap to the ceiling along every wall in the house.
I've tolerated it for our entire relationship because she has a lot of emotional problems and baggage, and me ragging on her about cleaning is just one more stress in her life that I've tried to spare her, much to my own suffering. I'm at about my wits end with it, though. I'm angry most of the time I'm in my own house, because I can't stand the mess. I've been quite near the breaking point over it for the last six months.
Anyway, this evening, I was cleaning the cat litter box, and stumbled into one of her piles of junk as I walked by, knocking some stuff on the floor. She was outside at the time, so I was somewhat less reserved in the "power words" I used, as I picked up the junk, and heaved it back in the pile. Well, my Wife was just walking in the door as I grumbled "God fucking dammit!" and slammed the stuff back into it's mountain of clutter.
Now, I have saint-like patience, but my tolerance for the mess is at it's end. My wife overheard me and started barking orders at me "WELL GO OUTSIDE AND WALK IT OFF UNTIL YOU CALM DOWN!" Her yelling that, when I was already in a foul mood about the mess just set me off. I retorted "FUCK THAT, WHY DON'T YOU CLEAN UP THIS SHIT HOLE, LIKE YOU'VE BEEN PROMISING FOR THE LAST 20 YEARS, OR I'M OUTTA HERE!"
She burst into tears, muttering "I've been trying", and ran into the back yard to sulk. Great.
I milled around in the house for a few minutes until my own temper was under control, and went and found her in the yard to calm her down. After a bit, she came back inside for an "uneasy truce" for the evening. She was knitting, and seemed a little calmer, I tried to make some small talk with her and cuddle. She looked at me somewhat grumpily, and said "If you think I'm going to do this Mistress/slave stuff any more, you can forget it."
I would have preferred it if she punched me in the stomach. Over the last week or so, she's been aware I've been wearing my CB, and even acted playful about it a bit. Though we really haven't had any conversations about her keyholding, I was somewhat hoping that would be a talk we would have this weekend. That was clearly out the window, now. Secondly, what the hell made her think we've been doing ANY D/s play?!? We haven't. The way she said it, made me think she believed we've been doing some kind of D/s lately. I don't know what the heck she was thinking. I responded to her comment, I'll admit in a somewhat snarky tone, with "I wasn't aware we HAD been." She just looked at me blankly. Sigh.
We didn't really talk much for the rest of the evening. She did her knitting, and I played WoW. I tucked her into bed in a somewhat more normal mood, but she was still acting out of sorts.
My hopes for any conversations about keyholding in the near future seem dashed. I suppose in the big picture, it's good we had a tiff about the mess in the house. I really AM just about to the point of walking out if she doesn't do something about it. If there is something to be working on in our relationship, I suppose it should be THAT, rather than keyholding.
Groan. Happy fuckin' weekend.
Ugh, what a charming beginning to the weekend.
Let me begin by saying that I love my wife, but she is is a total slob. She is a junk collector in the worst way. Our house is a total trash heap. She won't throw anything away, and goes ballistic if I try to do so myself. So, as a consequence, over the last 20 years, our house has turned into, what I affectionately refer to privately, as a "shit hole". We literally have 15 year old piles of newspapers that she refused to throw out "until I get a chance to read them". There are piles of clutter and crap to the ceiling along every wall in the house.
I've tolerated it for our entire relationship because she has a lot of emotional problems and baggage, and me ragging on her about cleaning is just one more stress in her life that I've tried to spare her, much to my own suffering. I'm at about my wits end with it, though. I'm angry most of the time I'm in my own house, because I can't stand the mess. I've been quite near the breaking point over it for the last six months.
Anyway, this evening, I was cleaning the cat litter box, and stumbled into one of her piles of junk as I walked by, knocking some stuff on the floor. She was outside at the time, so I was somewhat less reserved in the "power words" I used, as I picked up the junk, and heaved it back in the pile. Well, my Wife was just walking in the door as I grumbled "God fucking dammit!" and slammed the stuff back into it's mountain of clutter.
Now, I have saint-like patience, but my tolerance for the mess is at it's end. My wife overheard me and started barking orders at me "WELL GO OUTSIDE AND WALK IT OFF UNTIL YOU CALM DOWN!" Her yelling that, when I was already in a foul mood about the mess just set me off. I retorted "FUCK THAT, WHY DON'T YOU CLEAN UP THIS SHIT HOLE, LIKE YOU'VE BEEN PROMISING FOR THE LAST 20 YEARS, OR I'M OUTTA HERE!"
She burst into tears, muttering "I've been trying", and ran into the back yard to sulk. Great.
I milled around in the house for a few minutes until my own temper was under control, and went and found her in the yard to calm her down. After a bit, she came back inside for an "uneasy truce" for the evening. She was knitting, and seemed a little calmer, I tried to make some small talk with her and cuddle. She looked at me somewhat grumpily, and said "If you think I'm going to do this Mistress/slave stuff any more, you can forget it."
I would have preferred it if she punched me in the stomach. Over the last week or so, she's been aware I've been wearing my CB, and even acted playful about it a bit. Though we really haven't had any conversations about her keyholding, I was somewhat hoping that would be a talk we would have this weekend. That was clearly out the window, now. Secondly, what the hell made her think we've been doing ANY D/s play?!? We haven't. The way she said it, made me think she believed we've been doing some kind of D/s lately. I don't know what the heck she was thinking. I responded to her comment, I'll admit in a somewhat snarky tone, with "I wasn't aware we HAD been." She just looked at me blankly. Sigh.
We didn't really talk much for the rest of the evening. She did her knitting, and I played WoW. I tucked her into bed in a somewhat more normal mood, but she was still acting out of sorts.
My hopes for any conversations about keyholding in the near future seem dashed. I suppose in the big picture, it's good we had a tiff about the mess in the house. I really AM just about to the point of walking out if she doesn't do something about it. If there is something to be working on in our relationship, I suppose it should be THAT, rather than keyholding.
Groan. Happy fuckin' weekend.