Conscious Catholicism

Mikes kinda pissing me off lately. He wears my clothes even though I’ve asked him not to and then when I confront him about it he gets defensive and angry. I don’t like him wearing my clothes to work because he ruins them. He gets bleach splashes on them or paint. I now have very few day to day button up shirts because of this. So this morning when I asked him, hey isn’t that my shirt he was like I’m not sure. Well, lets check the tag, if it’s XL it’s mine. It was and so he huffed a bit and we went into the bedroom for him to change the shirt. I told him that since he’d already ruined it he could keep it, but that we needed to seperate mine from his and he was not to wear my shirts anymore. He wouldn’t wear his new stuff to work I’m sure. If I had worn his stuff and ruined it, say one of his Tigger shirts you can be pretty sure he’d be pissed at me.


Born in New York, Educated in the Berkshires, Became an adult in CA and found my Soul in Seattle. I'm a bearish middle aged, happy man who lives w my husbear in the OC.