Dear FayWhat,my boyfriend and I just moved in together…and girl, three weeks in, I’m already one dirty dish away from moving out. My once fabulous, candle-lit, zen apartment now looks like a college dorm with an Amazon Prime account. There are socks in my plants, beard trimmings in my sink, and somehow — somehow, he’s managed to make the entire place smell like Axe body spray and regret.
He’s obsessed with Alexa — like, full conversations obsessed. I swear, sometimes I think they’re dating. And don’t even get me started on his ‘gaming setup’ that’s taken over my living room… LED lights flashing like it’s Ultra every night. I love the man, but if I see one more controller on my coffee table, I might perform an exorcism. How do I tell him to clean up and grow up without starting World War Gay?— Cramped (and Cranky) in Coral Gables.
