Huge backstory re relationships etc not going into all that so basically Aibu....
I washed out some plastic packaging that had meat in as can't just put in recycling with blood and meat smells all over it cos 1) dog will go down recycling and leave it all over the place 2) if I put recycling out cats rats foxes and badger get in it and leave it everywhere coz the smell attracts them so I wash it out leave it in empty sink as a bit too wet to put in bin (dog licks everything with drips on) didn't want to dry it with my clean tea towel cos it's raw meat packaging so left it there whilst I work from home.
Partner comes in starts moaning about it I say just leave it when I get new bag out I will put it in there I'm working atm. Rant rant rant filthy disgusting bla bla.... I tell him to get a grip it's some plastic bloody pots they are going in recycling chill out stop going mental about something so petty and irrelevant wha the hell does it matter anyway... more attempts to rant at me... so basically I tell him how pathetic he is being and he should not be freaking out about something like this which is utterly ridiculous (there are fucking wars and poverty in the world freak out about that instead) and anyway I have now got up and put it in the fucking recycling bag anyway so he can stop going on now.... he is going on about how oh so it's ok if it doesn't matter to you what about everyone else who it does matter to... bla bla resulting in me closing computer stomping off upstairs ad telling him to leave me alone.... I have left out his actual wording of his rants but far worse than mine and include the c word.. so it is unreasonable to leave some clean plastic empty pots in the sink or not all other housework is done.