I Suck at Compromising

Relationships and life are about compromises.  Recently, I took in a stray - my roommate.  Yes, he is a human.  He's not furry and I cannot dicipline him if he breaks the rules.  I am finding myself for the first time in 15 years living with someone.  Two years ago I sold my 1100sq ft house for a 1900 sq ft house because I felt like my first home was too small for me, my two furry children and a closet full of clothes.  How did I end up taking in a stray human?  Well, a need to conserve money while hemoraging it to build my dream (RockScar Love) will make me break a rule of never allowing anyone to live with me again unless I am married to them.  So, I find myself learning to compromise over space.  Now, RockScar Love's warehouse is my living room versus my much larger guest room.  I am no longer able to just leave dishes randomly in the sink when I don't feel like unloading the dishwasher, and his socks somehow seem to make into my underwear drawer.  I am 6 weeks into this new chapter of my life  -  taking on a grown man living in my home with his own ideas of how my house should be run.  Let's hope it lasts till RSL is making enough money to move into a warehouse or he might find himself homeless.