The person I live with hates when I put stuff up around the house. At first I abided by this peculiarity but after a whole 3 months I decided I wasn't going anywhere and started putting my stuff around the house. This of course caused a silent battle, him moving my stuff where he deems appropriate and me getting annoyed. I tried to talk about it and we finally reached what seemed like a fantastic solution, but that solution has not actually been executed, just suggested :-( Soooooo... last night after finding my cookies eaten, my laundry detergent stashed in the storage unit, my curry completely missing and my face scrub moved from it's place in the shower to "my" bathroom shelf, I waged war.
I strung my underwear and bras all around the kitchen, one on each cabinet door knob.
I put up a highly offensive painting by the front door, and another by the back door.
It made me feel better for a minute but I still feel unwelcome n my own home :-(
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