One thing I have learned throughout all of this though is that my things are crap and JD's things are stuff. For instance, my pile of clothes for Goodwill was repeatedly referred to as crap while JD's was known as stuff. "When are you going to take your crap and my stuff to Goodwill?" Or when we made the mad dash to get all of the clutter off of the countertops before the real estate agent and photographer arrived yesterday, he kept telling me how much crap I had. I said, "what about your crap?" He told me that he doesn't have crap. He has stuff.
This has been a common theme in our marriage. There is really very little respect for each other's belongings. The things that we have bought together we consider stuff, but each other's individual belongings from before the nuptials is crap. Crap that annoys us to the point that we urge each other to get rid of it.
"Got enough crap in your closet, Aly?"
"That's not crap, Honey. It's my clothes."
"Do you really need all of these boxes of crap, Aly?"
"Yes JD. Those boxes of crap are filled with family heirlooms/old photos/college notebooks."
Okay, the college notebooks may be actual crap but I cannot part with them. I like to save all of my old English papers and see what my teachers thought about my writing. Plus, I have a hard time throwing away anything in my own handwriting. I like it. A lot.
We are officially de-cluttered and organized with much less stuff/crap in our possession. It feels good. It will feel better when all of the crap (JD's) in the house is permanently gone so that our stuff can live in perfect matrimonial harmony. Is that too much to ask for? Probably so.