I divorced my first husband because of socks. Similar story to this, very similar, but it was me coming home from a work trip to LA. Exhausted, rolling in my suitcase in the front door, thinking about how I needed to run a load of laundry for work early the next am but wanted/
I returned from LA in March. We began “therapy” (his *dad* was our therapist) & I began to quietly pack my things. 6 months later, I moved out. It was a lot of things, but the socks were the symbol. Good riddance
That vision of the living room, the front door threshold, the suitcase and those fucking socks. There were dishes piled high, the dog’s water was disgusting, mail all over the table, plants needing water etc but it was those mf socks that ended it for me/
to shower and which one I should do first. I walk in and see that there’s fucking socks all over the house. That he had been taking his socks off all week & leaving them where he sat…playing video games on the couch…while I was working to pay *all* of the bills. I still carry/
“Why did you get $40 cash out at the grocery store?” “What did you buy at Goodwill? We don’t need any more junk.” He was 10 years older than me & I was conditioned to defer to him, to men, to older people etc #churchkid But this is what started to wake me up/
We had moved from OR to the east coast & planned to open up a drive thru coffee booth with seed $ his parents gave. I got a job immediately & rose like the Leo MC demands of me, to top management within a year. I had a good job, so he took the money & bought a pottery wheel/
I would take cash out bc I didn’t want to have to explain my purchases. And it was MY money & when I would bring up that I should be allowed to spend money that I earn, he would revert back to “I know! I’m trying to figure things out. Don’t badger me!”🙄/
then he went to real estate school, then he took some coding classes. He earned $0.00 & he obsessively monitored our spending thru Quickbooks. He would make me sit down and explain all of my purchases: “Why did you go to Izzy’s coffee when we have coffee here?”/