"Kurt, you're a good dresser. It's one thing I really liked about you when we were dating- I knew I wouldn't have to throw out half your clothes if we got married."
"Really? I thought you were a good dresser too. But I still want to throw out half of your clothes."
I have a lot of clothes.
Kurt is the most organized, tidy person there is. And I've always had a pile of clothes a foot deep living on my bedroom floor.
Here is our compromise:
(These are not as big as the picture makes them look)
I still get a satisfying (if contained) pile of clothes. And Kurt gets to not strangle me in my sleep.