Whenever I visit my mom, her big dog, Charlie, has claimed the couch like he owns the place. While some might see it as cute, it’s a big bother for me. With a young daughter and my OCD diagnosis, sitting where a dog has been is not just uncomfortable—it’s unbearable. Yet, my mom doesn’t seem to care.
Every time I walk in, I see her on the couch with Charlie curled up beside her, and a wave of frustration hits me. This isn’t just any couch; it’s where family and friends gather. To my mom, Charlie is family, and she cuddles with him like it’s the best thing ever.
I’ve told her countless times that I can’t sit where he does. She just laughs and says, “That OCD will kill my daughter. Being around dog germs will only make you both stronger. Come here, my dear!
