Finding maggot casts in the living room should have been the final straw but sadly it wasn't. I hoovered them up into the hoover he thought didn't work and I often wonder if they ever hatched and he was inundated with flies.
The bathroom radiator was splashed urine yellow. Dried on. I realised it was actually tobacco stains. I think the smoke stuck to the condensation on the radiator.
Piles of dirty laundry on the floor between the fridge and cooker.
Some kind of meat stew in the slow cooker that had been there over a week.
A years worth of fag ash under the sofa.
Mould on the dinner plates despite being out through the dishwasher because he's leave them on the side for a week or so until he ran out of clean plates.
Clothes hung up to dry everywhere but took forever to dry and therefore stank of damp and smoke.
Pants so old they had hardly any crotch left in them. Ditto jeans. I bought him new jeans. Next ones weren't good enough. Had to be Wrangler. I was stupid enough to feel sorry for him then realised he spent so much on take aways he had no money for clothes.
Dick that smelt of stale piss even after a shower. Only showered once a week as any more frequent wasn't good for your skin or hair.
Sweat dripping into my eyes during sex because he was obese and took forever to orgasm due to death grip.
I could go on but that's enough about him.
ExH constantly picked his nose and rearranged his genitals obviously and inside his underwear rather than a discreet shufty.
Licked his fingers after fingering me.
Got food all round his mouth every time he ate something.
I'm so glad I'm single