This Is The First Chapter...I joke with my wife that I am being buried alive... but it is the truth. What do I do? My house is becoming unmanagable. Our house is not unclean, but she feels the need to bring home more and more each day. The garage has become her personal garbage pit, each room space for collecting more... this is a disease in which the person afflicted doesn't recognize. I get blamed for everything that is missing, despite her ability to not find all the things she has packed away. I am already stressed in our relationship, our children and now the house has made things overwhelming. It is too much and some day you will find me buried at the bottom. I didn't know this when I married her and 5 years in - it is killing me.. so death will do us part....sooner than later.
temp10z 36-40, M 5 Responses 0 Feb 20, 2011