I am a hoarder, not a weird gross food or cat hoarder but a hoarder none the less. While I was held captive this week my husband violated my space. I like plastic bags. I can give you a zillion reasons why I need to keep every plastic bag that enters my home. I had a nice healthy collection growing next to the fridge. Probably in the hundreds to maybe thousands range of plastic bags. I reuse them, they come in handy.

Now I only have enough to fill a reusable Kroger sack. Okay I know I do not need a thousand plastic Kroger bags.

I know this.

I know this.

But it feels like I lost something. I sigh when I look in the fridge now. There are no plastic bags creeping around the corner. Thank goodness he did not touch my mail. Which brings me to my other hoarding problem, I like to keep my mail. And I mean like all of my mail. I have tubs of mail. Not just bills but even random advertisements from 2005. Look I might need it someday.

Hello my name is Samantha, I am mentally ill.