I’m not a very territorial person. It probably comes from growing up living in a trailer, where my sister and I shared a room the size of a closet for 15+ years. And where our washer and dryer were in the teeny-tiny bathroom so Mom would switch laundry while we were in the shower because that was just what needed to be done. And we all shared the bathroom sink at the same time and we really just on top of each other constantly.
It didn’t bother me, because that’s just how it was. You know?
So when Dan and I got married, I was okay with sharing my toothpaste, is what I’m saying. I don’t freak out if someone uses my hairbrush. I only get mildly annoyed if Dan drinks from my water glass (aside from the fact that HE DRANK ALL MY WATER AND I’M THIRSTY, YOU’D BETTER BE FILLING THAT BACK UP, MISTER.) I’m okay with Maggie stealing my shoes from my closet and strewing them all over my bedroom.
I am NOT OKAY with what Dan did to violate my good eyebrow tweezers.
It’s nothing perverted, don’t worry- but OH EM GEE it’s disgusting. And I’ve repeatedly asked him not to do it. But he did it anyway.
He picked his toenails with them.
They are MINE. MY TWEEZERS. MIIIINE. I even put an older pair of them in his bathroom drawer so he could use those for whatever gross Boy Grooming Task he needed to do.
The day I realized he was still using my tweezers, we were talking in the bathroom and he wandered over to my drawer, got them out, sat down and started digging. I was so horrified I couldn’t even speak- I just said ‘UH UH UH UH UH!’ much like I do when OUR THREE YEAR OLD is doing something she shouldn’t and I’m trying to get her attention.
He thought that was pretty hilarious.
Not only is this particular behavior gross, but it ruined my tweezers! Even after sterilizing them with rubbing alcohol after I found out he had used them AGAIN for that disgusting task, they were completely dull. Previously they would grip those little tiny annoying almost-grown-in, just barely-through-the-skin eyebrow hairs and I could pull them out with minimal pain and high precision. But NOW? Five minutes of struggling and fighting and all I end up with is a red brow-bone and that stupid little hair is still in there.
So I bought some new tweezers. Nice, sharp, CLEAN. To my knowledge, they have never touched a human foot. And I informed him if he EVER used them again for ANYTHING, I would use them to pull hairs from a not-nice-place on his body. OH YES I DID.
He giggled his little ‘Oh I’ve really made her mad now!’ giggle, enjoying it thoroughly.
So what are you territorial about?