The Other Woman

So Monday I broached the topic of cleaning up our 3rd bedroom. Its far too small for an actual bedroom so it quickly assumed walking closet duties.

The problem is it's a mess.

That back wall could be better used and while wife has nearly filled the clothes rail the length of the room I am sick of tripping over things in there. It came to a head when my ear defenders fell off the shelf and smashed a glass candlestick holder.

My wife suggested we take the long clothes rail running parallel to the wall and put  it perpendicular.

I suggested this would further reduce out space to hang her clothes.

She suggested we then make the rails longer, I explained that would make it tricky and we wouldn't see all her clothes. (Esp as she often used to meltdown when she couldn't find anything).

She once more insisted and said we should do it that you can walk between them so you can see both sides.

This would entail putting support pillars to split a 10foot rail into 5 foot lengths and strangle all other walks pace.

Silence for about 5 minutes before she said in a sing-song tone that "she never had to work out the logistics of storing her clothes, her husband's clothes, and the other woman's"

In 2023 we had many screaming arguments where she accused me of cheating on her with myself as the other woman, and that was delivered and churlish attempt to try to make me react irrationally.

I didn't rise to it. But as she has taken 5/6 shelves and half the wardrobe in the.master bedroom, and the other woman's clothes take.up a fraction of room there I really did feel like telling her it's her clothes and.my clothes, we both equally live here,  but perhaps we should split things down the middle