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[unicornduke]

I'm trying to not be desperately irrationally angry about things but my mom just used my baking strainer for her farro because she thought it was hers and didn't apologize about it. I used it the other day when I was baking, and my mom will just move all my stuff out of the dish drainer and for some reason she thought it was hers and now she's used it and I'm really angry about it. I ONLY use it for baking, I have a separate, sturdier one for draining pasta and stuff. And now it's been used for heavier grains and also cross contaminated with wheat and I'm really not okay with this. she didn't know. but also she didn't question why it was in the dish drainer with all of my baking supplies and she hadn't used it in days and just 

arg

(I know it was mine because the strainer is coming apart in a specific spot)

I washed it once but I'm going to wash it again because I can't even deal with how much wheat there could be in all the little crevices. maybe I should just buy a new one. but I had trouble finding one with a good weave which is why I haven't gotten a new one before this

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[reedrover]

Ooohhh. Be angry. That’s so disrespectful.

This just hit one of my pain points. I’m not a jealous person, but I am a territorial one. Don’t use my stuff without asking. Just don’t. Particularly if that usage is going to contaminate it. Seriously!

[unicornduke]

I don't really want to be angry about it, there's nothing I can do about it now. I'm buying a new one. I'm going to be more careful about putting away my baking supplies where she won't touch them. I'm extremely specific about my baking supplies, they are precious, all get stacked in specific ways, only get used for my baking. Even when I make stuff that I can't eat, I used other people's bowls and stuff. I know I'm really really particular about this stuff and I've been trying to let it go, but I'm so frustrated. I'm also really territorial and I hadn't realized how good all of my previous roommates were about it until I had to live with bad roommates (my ding dang parents). I feel vaguely like a cat or a dragon, hissing that someone touched! my! thing!