At one point I started to bitch that this whole thing has felt like punishing me but stopped myself; I'm the one that had to move out; I'm the one that had to live with my parents; I'm the one that had to get my own apartment; I'm the one having to pay my way out of the apartment; I'm the one that had to move myself back. Whatever. No point in starting a fight over something that will never change. I know it will never change & therefore I will either need to live with it or kill him.
We've been doing a lot of re-organizing & cleaning. Today we took a carload of crap to Goodwill. Mostly clothes that we haven't worn in a few years.
There are a couple of things that he wants to keep doing that I'm fighting--he wants to keep washing dishes by hand but I think that's crap. I want to use the dishwasher. I mean hello? I bought it why shouldn't I use it. We'll have to find a compromise on that issue.
Other than that, things are good so far.