He's untidy.
He's owned a few big chores which he does well and without fail plus some others which he'll do in a sudden whirlwind when people are coming round. He's definitely not all bad.
But he'll walk over/past things the kids have strewn all over - I swear he's totally oblivious. The car is a shithole. Our bedroom is a shithole with his clothes all over the place. The kids rooms are shitholes a lot of the time until I tidy them because he never does. I don't like living in a shithole. I don't like driving in a skip.
I'm busy (but clearly with the time to post on MN ha!) he's busy. I feel I do more than half of keeping on top of what I do and I'm not picking up his shit so that just lies there.
And I nag. And nag and moan. To the point of annoying him. Now I feel like my nagging is worse than his untidiness.
We just had a massive row about it. He's not going to change is he. I love him to bits and can't possibly imagine being alone or with someone else, just because of his untidiness, but aaaagh!