He laughed when I said that the bookshelf wouldn't fit and my books would have to go. I only brought them in the first place because his company was paying for us to move. I have a library card and a friend who gives me stacks of english books for every stack I give her. I don't need a messy bookshelf anymore. When he first took all my books off the shelf to take them to his house when the movers came, I remember thinking how much better and more tidy my living room looked without all that mess. To me it's noise. To him it's something he doesn't notice. All this stuff vibrates and weighs me down. The clutter kills me. It took me FOREVER to unpack and make this apartment livable. It's been really hard trying to live with someone else. It's like having a roommate with really bad art all over the walls, but worse, because this roommate is someone you are going to have to live with forever. I'm sure it's the same for him, in other ways. This is what marriage is like. Single people take note.