Going Postal

I know one day, I'll look back at this experience and laugh at its absurdity...Yesterday, STEX went all paranoid on me because of stamps…I mean, paranoid, as in psychologically paranoid…

He was paying the bills while I supervised (I've been the accountant throughout our marriage, and a couple of months ago, I decided it would be best if he started learning how to do it. I made a copy of a blank check to teach him how to fill it out properly, gave him a cheat sheet on how to write out numbers, then made copies of common bills, so he would know where the info --- like due date, amount, etc --- is located).

I had told STEX, during our last "training" session, that I had just given him the last stamps I had. He purchased more, but never placed them with the invoice folders, so he wouldn't "displace" them.

Apparently, he forgot where he put the stamps. Started looking through his drawers, frantically. Accused me of stealing his stuff! That if I opened the containers I've been using to store my possessions (for the move), 50% of the items inside would be his. Does he really think I want his crap? I mean, am I not the one who throws his stuff out when he’s on vacation, because it is broken, full of holes, discolored???

Called me a thief!!! Seriously?! He said that’s why he had to hide the stamps. For fuck's sake, why would I want his stupid forever stamps when I do most of my bills online...Then he apologized, blah blah blah…Same old story. Pointless.