She did it again; she knows I can’t stand it when she squeezes the toothpaste in the middle. Should I say something? No, I said something yesterday, but she did it again. Maybe I will use it after her and make sure she sees me push it up from the bottom.
We moved in together three weeks ago. I’ve lived on my own my entire adult life; living with someone is more of a challenge than I had anticipated. It’s not just the toothpaste, its everything, the dishes are in the wrong place, I can never find the TV remotes, my clothes smell different and her underwear are all over the bedroom. I’m a guy; I should be excited about that. Why am I freaking out?
If I could change I would. I have tried to relax, take deep breaths, read funny stories, and take a walk. Does it matter if she squeezes the toothpaste from the middle? I am afraid she will not put up with my nagging much longer. I will change, I have to.
“Beth, thank you for putting up with me, I will get better.”
“Oh, I did the toothpaste thing again, sorry.” She said, I couldn’t tell if she was being serious. “We will find our rhythm, I will get better too.” This time see seemed more sincere.
I took a deep breath; her words calmed me a little. “Yes, you did do the toothpaste thing again,” I said, I couldn’t help myself.
A response to the Daily Prompt: Shape Up or Ship Out