Stuff. It has been an ongoing bone of contention since before we married in 1984. Now our own property is overrun with stuff. I do understand his need to have items as his creative mind can truly make amazing things out of items I would label as junk.
I truly do not know what steps to take to get to a place of harmony. I can state some examples.
1. My spouse is very patriotic. We got him a huge 10 foot by 20 foot US flag for Father's Day a few years back. I wanted to put up a flagpole. My spouse 'created' a flag pole from an old antenna tower. It is painted red, while and blue, it is held up by ropes strung to our trees and phone pole. He admires it. I shudder at the hillbilly atmosphere it brings. If that were all, I could handle it.
2. He saves stuff to 'sell.' He currently salvaged student classroom chairs from a school that was being demolished. I looked out the window today to see two blue plastic chairs, strapped to our phone pole on the roadside, with a for sale sign hung on them.
3. We have a make shift tent he put up last November to have shelter from the winter weather to fix his service van. It is fashioned from our picnic canopy frame with a huge in-ground swimming pool cover slung over it. Still up, and now full of stuff. He claims it is mostly our son's stuff. In reality, a small corner, I am guessing 1/25th of the interior, is our son's stuff - since he cannot get into his side of the barn - because the huge tent-o-junk is blocking the entrance. (Oops, notice the bitter sarcasm there. . . . .)
I spend way too much time on clutter control. I want to just throw stuff away.
How do you get to place where - he is not angry because I am throwing away his precious stuff - and I am not angry living in and among such clutter?
To me, the irony of this place I now find us in - his father was a hoarder. It took YEARS to clear their family property of all the 'good stuff' his father had saved. My spouse hated it. Now we are becoming it. I am in such disbelief over the whole evolution.