Unfiltered Story #241805

On one of my off days, I spend the whole day scrubbing the house. Every surface is dusted and polished, every dish sparkling, every sock with its mate, etc. I went out to dinner with my mom. I came home to find my boyfriend making his own dinner (he had declined our invitation). He had traipsed through the house in muddy boots, thrown his dirty clothes on the floor, and managed to get crumbs and sauces all over the kitchen counter. The cherry on top was the toilet seat being up and drops of urine on the rim. I lost it. We had a very loud discussion about respect and cleaning. Hasn’t happened again!