DH is still with me, but when he was working he travelled a lot on business, often for weeks, sometimes for months at a time.
The house is always tidier when he is a way. I like the environment around me to be absolutely tidy so that I know where everything is.
I always swore I could never marry a man who smoked or one who was untidy. DH kept his disorder carefully hidden until we were married and I have been combatting it ever since. I simply cannot function if everything round me is disordered.
What’s a household item that reminds you of your grandma’s house?
MAKE A SENTENCE GAME [FEB '26]
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