My husband is a pack rat. We have a two car garage and can’t fit a car it in. Granted, we do have a pop up camper in there, but still. I think I should be able to park my car in there. He can’t seem to throw anything away! Everything has “sentimental value.” We’ve been married for 20 years and we still have “arguments” about things that need a new home.
For my birthday last month, I decided I wanted a new chair in our bedroom. I love to read (and I’m in a love affair with writing) and I need a chair that will allow me to do that. The chair I have now is not really built for those activities. To get the new chair, I need to get rid of the old one. And I have to tell him I’m getting rid of it. So I did last night. And it didn’t go well, not that I expected it to!
He wants to wait. See if his sister wants it. Seems to run in the family, she saves stuff too! And now I’m afraid, my kids may inherit
that disease, too!
Maybe I should just sneak some stuff into my car when they are sleeping!