Ok WARNING: this rant may contain strong language.
Ok so first off let me say that after reading this rant, please remember that I love my BF and won't leave him or anything like that so please just be kind in remembering that.
My BF works in Alabama, while I...stay at our house in Michigan. That's a 13hr drive difference. He pays for the bills of the house because I am a self employeed contractor and therefore work can come in hardcore or barely at all. Last time that he was home everything was all good. Having fun and stuff. He came in from outside, showered, and was being funny as I lay in bed reading a book (it was getting to be midnight). He walked into the living room and went to put his laptop in the office. The office was packed full of boxes and bags. (I had started going through all my boxes from moving in so it was even messier than it had been before) He came back into the bedroom and started just yelling.
"This house is a disaster" i replied with "I know" in a calm voice (learned it from my mom cus when dad would yell and yell she would be calm and then he looked like an ass and calmed down himself) "Even this bedroom, my side is immaculate and your side is a cluster fuck!" (Part of me wanted to tell him that he only "visits" while i acutally live there, but I restrained) "If this shit doesn't get picked up, I am calling and having a dumpster dropped off and anything on the floor, whether yours or mine, is getting pitched."
At this point, I threw my book onto the floor, it bounced, and I walked out of the bedroom slamming the door behind me. I went into the office and started throwing my shit away. I knew what to keep and what not to, but I was so mad at him (he almost paraphrased my father word for word) that I needed to get away. I don't like being threatened. Whether it was actually a threat or he was saying it to get me mad, its NOT cool. He has never done this before, so I knew that he was mad. I turned music on and made it loud so that I could drown out my thoughts. Eventually the door opened and he stood in the office doorway. I turned around and said "WHAT?!" in a very, very angry voice. He just closed the door and walked out. At 1:30am I stopped (cus I was done) and went to bed.
The next morning I finished unpacking/sorting/throwing out all the boxes that were mine in the house. I refused to touch his boxes cus they were his responsibility. He did do his stuff, taking longer than I had. When he left to go back to Alabama, he left all his coats on the spare bed, and empty boxes and shit he was keeping on the office bed. I then decided (since I have no work this week) to start prepping the walls in our kitchen for paint. We have stupid panel walls with that strip between the panels that sticks out an inch past the walls. I have to tear that off, fill it, sand it, then prep it. I told him that I was going to get the stuff to fill the holes in the wall and such. He told me "finish the end tables first" well no shit Sherlock! Those are almost done and they will get done. then he goes on "you need to do the coffee table too" Listen asshole we don't have room in our living room for the damned coffee table now that you have a recliner! Then he goes on to tell me that I can clean off the two beds in the spare rooms (which is all his shit) clean up my side of the bedroom, clean the bathroom, dust blah blah blah.
Now I dont know about some of you ladies but there is a time when you want to clean and then there's a time when you want to make something your own. I wanted to take time and make the house feel more homey and that way i could look at a piece of furniture or the walls and know that I DID IT. Cleaning is a bitch and the house is clean. But his mother is the type of person where there wouldn't be a speck of dust on anything. IM NOT HIS MOTHER, IM NOT HIS MAID. I refuse to clean off the beds just cus it is his stuff. If there is something of mine on there I will pick it up but I will leave all his shit. My way of rebelling I guess. Tahnks for the rant