This blog is mostly about cancer, but I would also like to address other serious illnesses that affect many people. This one in particular is close to my heart, because it is the one that Boyfriend suffers from.
My boyfriend suffers from MMS - Magical Mommy Syndrome. For his entire childhood, he would leave his belongings, dirty dishes, etc all around the house, go out, and when he came back, Voila! House clean.
Gone unchecked, MMS can progress into the much more life-threatening condition, Magical Girlfriend Disease. Complications include, but are not limited to, excessive nagging, silent treatment, and sexual side effects.
So, for the sake of Boyfriend's health and general well-being, Girlfriend went on strike. No more enabling, he has to face his disease. I took him off his palliative drugs cold turkey, no more running after him picking up the socks, cell phones, dishes, papers, towels, hangers, crumbs, and whatever other forms of trash he was dulling the pain with.
It has been four days. Boyfriend has no idea.
To be fair, my standards of cleanliness are right up there with Fermilab's. But I am less stringent on Boyfriend. He has three household charges: taking out the trash, moderate cleanup after cooking, and keeping the office (aka "his closet") at least somewhat clean.
If you think I am being unreasonable and/or anal, please consider the following evidence to get an idea of how filthy the place has to get before it shows up on Boyfriend's radar:


It is starting to look like the strike is going to affect my health. But I will perservere, for Boyfriend's sake.