Okay, here goes, this is the closest to dishonesty I've ever come in my marraige. DH is a packrat, not as terrible as his mother, but he has boxes and boxes of stuff just sitting in the attic and his "room." and he has no idea what's in them. He's very sensitive about it, has no interest in organizing the junk or going through it until he has "time" which he never does, and doesn't have a clue as to what's in each box.
SO here's where it gets sticky, in the dozen years we've been together, he has stopped accumulating so much (thanks to my influence, I think) but every so often, I go through one of his boxes and get rid of 3/4 of what's in it. I don't randomly throw out a box, I'm sentimental too, and I keep what's worth keeping. I throw out billions of old receipts for gas or junk, computer parts for computers we don't have anymore, old rusty guitar strings, disgusting stiff old t-shirts and I keep his old letters, photos, boy scout uniform, stuff like that. But I don't tell him because he would not let me get rid of anything!
OK, let me have it, am I bad or what? In my head I have made myself out to be the good guy, of course. But I'm saving him from himself!
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SO here's where it gets sticky, in the dozen years we've been together, he has stopped accumulating so much (thanks to my influence, I think) but every so often, I go through one of his boxes and get rid of 3/4 of what's in it. I don't randomly throw out a box, I'm sentimental too, and I keep what's worth keeping. I throw out billions of old receipts for gas or junk, computer parts for computers we don't have anymore, old rusty guitar strings, disgusting stiff old t-shirts and I keep his old letters, photos, boy scout uniform, stuff like that. But I don't tell him because he would not let me get rid of anything!
OK, let me have it, am I bad or what? In my head I have made myself out to be the good guy, of course. But I'm saving him from himself!
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And I fully admit my marriage is not perfect, DH is not a perfect partner and neither am I. I de-clutter on the sly because it is the only way to maintain my home and my sanity.
i've always prided myself on being pretty spartan, but the reality hit home upon my divorce. i had gobs more boxes to take out than my ex did, and SO manyu of them were stupid worthless stuff. like i'm gonna re-read my old college papers or need the broken shard of a cd that reminds me of some halfway fun day when i was 14. yet it's painful to get rid of stuff like this! sure you don't even know you still own most of the stuff, but then when you see it again you go "oh yeah i remember this stuff!" and feel like you'll be throwing away memories or something...
hopefully you can educate him on the error of his ways 
: He said he would save it for the next yard sale!!!!
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