A clean kitchen is the best kitchen.

I realize I may come off like a nag sometimes, but here's the effing deal:

I LIKE A CLEAN HOUSE.

I don't give a shit if you don't care about having your clothes wrinkled or even your side of the bed being messy.  But the space we share should also have shared cleaning.

I will wait for days just to see if you happen to clean the toilet or put your glass in the dishwasher.  BUT IT DOESN'T HAPPEN.

My father taught me to respect the nice things I have by taking care of them.  I remember being so annoyed every time he called me ungrateful when my room was messy.  But he was right.  So now, as an adult--I try to pick up after myself.  Dirty rings in the bathtub bother me.  A stench in the kitchen BOTHERS me.  When my beautiful wood floors are unswept, it bothers me.

I simply don't understand how these are not issues to you.  How you can just live in the filth without even noticing it.


I hope no on gets me wrong here--I am not by any means a clean-freak.  I let things get messy too.  But clean is far different than messy.

Also, I love my boyfriend.  More than any man I've ever been with, he is the best.  He treats me so well and loves me so much and I am so fortunate to have him in my life.

But I just want him to value cleanliness like I do.  And he just doesn't.  He just doesn't care/notice it.  IT baffles me and also drives me up the damn wall.


I love him, I do.  We are just different.  I must accept it.  I must.  I must.  I must.

-ASN