Different Strokes

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

He snorted, as always, as he stood in the door of her office. “Tchotchkes. Bric-a-brac. How do you stand all this mess? Clutter, nothing but dust catchers!”

I’m not having this conversation with you again.”

“Right. They all meeeaan something to you. One day I’m going to clear it all out so you have space to work!”

“The day you do that, you’ll have lots of wide open space for yourself. I and my “mess” will be gone. Now leave me alone.”

“Bah!” He snorted again as he stomped away.

47 thoughts on “Different Strokes

    1. This is a very common problem in marriage. Opposites do seem to attract in the beginning, but sometimes the things that attracted us early on can become the biggest causes of irritation later on.

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      1. I think that’s universally true. Ms Uptight marries Mr Easy-going — and spends years trying to light a fire under him. “Something needs to be done here!” And he just says, “Relax once. It’ll all work out.”

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    1. My dad was a neatnik, and he regularly checked to see that our bedrooms were up to his standard. He was in submarines during WWII, where there was absolute necessity of everything being stowed correctly. I find I’m growing more like him as I age.

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  1. Dear Linda,

    And I wonder what clutter of his own is he cherishing? My husband and I are both pack rats of our own accord. When I was a little girl my mother would stand at the door of my room and scream. Then she’d just shut the door.
    I could see and hear your characters. Good job.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  2. Why is it men are disgusted with knick knacks but have no problem filling their workshops full of a zillion “tools”? Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus. I hope he has enough common sense not to mess with her stuff or he might find his workshop “rearranged.” 😉

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  3. You’ve touched a nerve with a lot of us with this one, I can see. Including me. It’s such a small issue, really, but becomes psychologically important when we are living with others. I laughed at your reply to Sandra – my husband is a cactus collector, and every surface around here is in danger of becoming a cactus garden. Potted, of course.

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