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cwPartner is a clutterer and a hoarder (not nearly as bad as some of the descriptions here, but historically irrational regarding the acquisition and keeping of stuff which is of no actual use). When he does try to clean up, it can be absolutely painful to watch. He has to determine the absolutely best strategy for dealing with a mess, then he has to lay out all of the items to be dealt with, then he has to examine and reminisce over each item, and only then can he seriously consider disposing of it or putting it away (in the absolutely best possible manner). When I try to help, he tells me I can’t because he knows exactly how he wants to do it.
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This is so my husband. I am utterly incapable of understanding what makes him do this. When we moved back to Utah, he spent a full day going through receipts. And when I say “going through receipts” I mean, “looking at and reading every single receipt for every single item we bought in the past 5 years and considering whether we need it and the best way to get rid of it.” I about hit the roof when I realized the vast majority of our clutter consisted of 1) receipts he wouldn’t part with 2)newspapers he wouldn’t part with 3)mail he wouldn’t part with (old bills, junk mail, whatever) and 4)magazines (there were lots of other things, but it’s those 4 that really pissed me off). I think we have every single Entertainment Weekly published in the past seven years, and when I called him on it, he, I swear to god, insists “They’re my magazines and I might need them one day.” I can’t even be in the house when he goes through the process. It makes me absolutely batshit. we moved into our new apartment 5 months ago, and everything is still in boxes. When I ask him why (he won’t let us unpack anything) he calmly explains he needs shelves and bins and crates and whatever the fuck else. He doesn’t need any of these things, but he’s convinced it’s “the right way” and so I’ve simply accepted that nothing will get unpacked ever.
At first I thought he was just being lazy when he refused to throw anything out. Our moving costs were much more than I expected, to the tune of several hundred dollars, because he will not throw anything out.
This behavior really scares me, because I am also a very messy person, but for completely different reasons. I’m not sentimental about anything, and I don’t feel the need to reminisce over receipts and movie tickets and magazines and concert programs. However, I’m daily rebelling against my parents. I know I’m doing this. I know it’s utterly stupid. I know I should just get over it, but I can’t help my very strong, “Fuck you, you can’t tell me what to do!” reaction when it comes to cleaning. My parents absolutely terrorized me over cleaning. Nothing was ever clean enough, ever. And then they would shout, scream, threaten, ground, slap, kick, claw, pull your hair.
So my husband is sentimental over every piece of garbage that passes through our lives and I’m incapable of getting over the childish need to rebel as long and as hard as I can.