The first incident of him putting my stuff away happened during Fall Quarter 2005. He put away my Spanish Phonetics notebook. I spent three weeks looking for it. Do you know how long three weeks is in student time?! I had to use a different note book causing my information to be scattered in several places instead of being all nice and concise in one spiral notebook. He knew I was looking for it and didn't know where it was. Yes. He "put it away" then forgot he did it. When I did find it I had almost failed a test and had to compile my notes so I could study for my comprehensive exam. So, I yelled, I threw a fit and I thought he got my point. Putting away things of mine would lead to trouble. Trouble is not fun.
The second instance (well, the second major fit throwing one) came while I was taking a senior seminar class on Don Quijote. I checked out a ton of books. I hadn't read Don Quijote before and I wanted to do some catch up research. I was also writing a 5 pg paper on Delmira Agustini and a 5 pg paper on Frida Kahlo. I think I had 20 books in all. So, the computer area was a mess, I'm a student and things aren't always neat and tidy. I told him I had a lot of books checked out and I needed him to leave them alone. We had a fight about that, he didn't think I should be able to have my stuff everywhere, but he agreed to leave them alone when I said it'd be like me packing up some of his video games cause they were in the way. And a few days later... He put some of my library books in boxes. I didn't notice right away, I had finished up the papers and my extra reading, but I got a library notice and asked him if he'd seen any library books. "well, you have a lot of books" was his reply. I countered with a "These books would have a library scan bar on them. Did you put some of my stuff in boxes?" "...yes." And sure enough a good 5 books from the library were shoved in a box. I threw another fit. This time his "putting my stuff away" cost us money. Not a lot but it was still money. He said he was sorry and grumbled about not being able to keep track of my stuff.
Then we moved and I found a box of shoes I hadn't worn in a while. These are shoes I liked, shoes I would wear if they weren't in a box. I asked him how long they'd been in there. "Oh, I put them away in a box for you last September." Major fit #3 for this same issue.
And our most recent row about putting my stuff away. We're getting settled into a new place. I'm trying to get our stuff out of boxes and find places for them. He keeps putting stuff back into boxes because it looks neater. I started putting papers and other items in between the computer and the printer (a 3" gap that makes a nice slot for things). I came into the computer room after work one day and saw that my papers had been moved. Some of them were on top of the printer but the stack was a lot thinner than it had been that morning. My first question was if he threw any of it away, which he didn't. Then I asked where it was. "it's all on top of the printer." No it's not. I was missing the invitation to a friend's bridal shower. I couldn't remember if it was that weekend or the next weekend. And I hadn't called to see if it was a surprise one or not, so I didn't want to call (that and it'd be embarrassing). He kept looking for it and couldn't find it. I was tempted to look through a box that appeared behind the computer chair but he assured me that it was only books. Today I was fed up with his exasperated "i know it's around here"s and looked through the box. Not only did I find the invitation, I found a lot of my books thrown pell-mell into the box. there was some of my collector toys (packages damaged from the books) and a few unimportant papers about our insurance coverage.
I think I'm going to chop off his hands so he can't move my stuff around.
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