After nearly 20 years with my husband Gaz, I still think he’s generous, funny and charismatic. He does all the manual labour required to keep our rickety old farmhouse from falling apart – and only complains about it most of the time. He’s also an attentive, kind and fun dad to our son.
But while my heart could burst with love for him, there are often times when I don’t like him very much. There’s his constant tidying of my things, while leaving the sink full of lunch debris or his used contact lenses thrown in the general direction of the bin. The double standards drove me so mad, I started taking photos of his mess, just to remind myself that Gaz has a serious ‘mess blind spot’ of his very own. When he jokingly called me a slob, I’d scroll through my photographic evidence to restore my sanity.
