it adds up

i thought i would practice what i would say to you if i grew some balls and was able to "confront " you about a couple of things that have been on my mind. here's a rough draft:

i think you're delightfully forgetful, and while i somewhat admire your incredibly free spirit - it is messing with my ocd.

i thought it didn't really bother me that despite leaving a towel for you, you consistently use mine. i was wrong. it bothers me. quite a bit. same goes for the washcloth.

that when you get out of the shower or bath you leave a trail of water marking your path.

when i come home at night i can see the coffee grain you spilled on the floor, the coffee that spilled on the stove when you left it on, and the coffee that dripped onto the counter from earlier that morning. sometimes i see evidence of your having made an attempt to wipe it up: a streak mark of brown.

i know when you are home because all the lights are on in the entire apartment, even if you are in your room; even when you are asleep

you eat my food. not just my food, but my special chocolates.

you drink my wine.

whenever there are glasses that you washed in the dish rack, i rewash them. i can tell you use my father's method of avoiding soap.

even though there is a huge sign on the door indicating to please take off your shoes, i notice that you don't always do so.

you asked where the garbage goes but have never taken it out you tell me you'd like to pay for groceries, but never give me money.

i have no idea how to say any of this without sounding like a neurotic b-i-t, but maybe i shouldn't worry about that part. i have other things i'm working on. one of them being to not dump my problems on everyone else, but rather, deal with them myself. then i won't have to bitch.

thank you for reading.