Foot in the Door
My dad married a really crazy woman for a couple of years who was an obsessive neat freak. We had three doors in our house. You could come into the foyer through the ‘front’ door, into the kitchen through the garage and into the living room through the sun room door from the backyard.
First I was told not to come in through the backyard because I could track mud inside. Fairly normal. Then I was asked not to use the front door because it was ‘decorative’ and she didn’t want anyone seeing us use it. Weird, but fine.
THEN I was told that she didn’t want anyone to be in the kitchen because it was ‘her space’. So at this point every time I entered the house I would have to break some rule for some reason. And nope, she did not make exceptions for being in the kitchen right after I got home.
My Dad divorced her about 2 weeks after that one. Story credit: Reddit / [deleted]