Lexie
Living with Iron was nothing like living with Anne or even my mom growing up. For one, he never seemed bothered by anything. I could be having a straight-up milt down, and he would just sit and listen to me rant. Then agree with me on whatever I said when I finished. He was always quick to clean up a mess, even if it wasn't his. In the time that we have lived together, I have never seen the trash can get even close to full before he takes it out. I tried making the same arrangement with him as far as the shopping went that Anne and I had, but it never worked. He agreed to the arrangement, but the grocery list always seemed to disappear before I could take it and go to the store. It is like he knows I am even thinking about going and stills the list before I can tear it off the notep
