"Which one am I?"
"You're the worst kind. You're high maintenance but you think you're low maintenance."
There's nothing quite as bad as all the control freak women in my family (my mom, her mom, my dad's mom, my dad's sister...ok, and myself) getting together at the Holidays. The women are doing a poor job of hiding their claws and the poor men have no idea who they're supposed to listen to.
The thing is, I don't see what's wrong with being a control freak, I like things how I like them. And the longer I go without a long term relationship the worst my control freak tendencies get, since I don't have to compromise (which I admittedly love), and so now I'm just growing more and more set in my ways.