Throw two people together who most likely grew up very differently and there’s bound to be little things that irritate the other. My husband never tightened the toothpaste cap. After years of aggravation, the solution came to me – buy your own toothpaste. When he worked outside in the winter, he hated shoveling snow when he got home. Our solution was he cooked supper while I shoveled. I cleaned up as I cooked; he did not. Our solution was not the normal I cook, you clean up, but I cook, I clean up. I liked things put away so I took on that job, getting angry every time I picked up his clothes. One day I re-arrange the bedroom so I could pile his stuff up and not see the pile. It took way to long, but I learned don’t simmer, fix what can be fixed, let everything else go; life’s way too short. There are times when I brush my teeth that I miss the other messy tube of toothpaste, when I shovel snow and wish there was supper waiting for me, and I would gladly clean up his pile of clothes if only they were here.