I'm getting better at this...

About 2 weeks ago I had invited our friend Vinnie over to stay with us. I figured he could spend some time talking to me about working with the charity and doing some shows. He was going to have a meeting with Chris on Saturday and spend time with friends on Sunday (his bday). I told Bob that he was coming and this prompted a 2 week long anxiety attack where Bob nagged incessantly for me to clean the house. To which I responded "and where would you like me to put everything?"

Vinnie's visit was this weekend so my hoarder hubby allowed me to tackle the massive pile of videos that he had piled up on the diningroom table. Now when I say massive I mean ridiculous. I have been buying movies since 1981. I have about 1000 vhs movies and about 600 dvd's. Give or take 1 or 2, it was a big pile. I wanted to sell the vhs tapes on amazon because I could at least get 2-3 bucks a piece and then we wouldn't have the massive pile any more. Bob the crazy person told me I could sell them (these are mine, bought most of them prior to even meeting him) if I waited and let him catalog them so he could replace whatever I sold. Now the logical thing comes to mind right? If we are selling them WHY would we want to replace them? Now if that did pop into your head let me make it even more confusing. Bob is a computer geek. He set up a special server in the livingroom that has a 4 terrabyte harddrive that he has downloaded all these movies onto. So you can just browse through the list, which is alphabetical, click on what you want to see and it plays on the tv! So logical types like yourself would say, why Bob? I'll tell you why, because Bob is crazy. So I didn't get to sell them, I had to fill up 5 big rubbermaid tubs with movies and squeeze them into the den. The den now is officially to full (five foot high piles of stuff) to the point where you can't take more than 1 step into the room. But at least we can eat in the diningroom again.
Vinnie came over and I was going to cook.
Bob: "Did you invite Chris?"
Me:  "No, I wanted to discuss business with Vinnie and he will be seeing Chris this weekend so he need to be here butting into whatever we're talking about."
Bob: "Well Chris is going to wind up coming over because I told him Vinnie was coming."
Me:  "WHY?"
Bob: "We can go to Mugs with Chris and then take off with Vinnie right after dinner. That way Chris won't come by the house and trap us for the whole night."
Me:  "FINE"

So we went to Mugs. Had dinner with Chris and Sara and Vinnie and then took Vinnie back home. Chris followed us home and stayed until 10:30 at night. I didn't get to discuss anything with him because by the time Chris left I was annoyed, it was late and Bob was doing his usual 'we have company let me tear the house apart like I'm the clean freak.' routine.
Now let me explain the last part. Whenever someone comes over, my husband runs around like a freaking maniac scrubbing and telling people what a lazy slob I am. So while Vinnie was over Bob emptied and cleaned the refridgerator. Vinnie (just like every other guest we have) asked "Why is he doing that NOW? Does he ever sit down?" I had to explain that normally Bob lays on the couch doing nothing, he only does it when we have company. ~sigh~
Then Kiki came over to take pics of some of my handiwork to sell on etsy. I put up my first 7 items today and will 'try' to post at least 5 more every week. I'm going to give 25% of every sale to the charity (Foundation for the Historic Arts) and use the rest to buy materials and have some money to live on.
Writing everything I'm doing on here is actually more incentive to do things and helps with that realization that all those little idiosyncrasies of his are never going to change and I am going to have to want a better life for myself bad enough that I make a move.
It's really not easy though.