OCD can kill you. It's killing me

Albert from Vancouver, Canada

My lifemate is a psycho NEAT FREAK. She goes nuts if I don't hang up my button down shirt with the top and fourth to bottom buttons buttoned. If I fold my clothes differently than she does, she shrieks out her complaints like a horror movie. If the blank CD case isn't on the left side of the computer in our room, she totally flips out and forces me to listen to her outrageous complaints. These are just a few examples of her perfectionism. I love her but she needs to relax a little. Canada is supposed to be home to nice people. When I think of my lifemate, I question that assumption.