In this fucking house. A 2.5 bed with 2 children, DP, me, dog. It’s not tiny, the rooms are a good size (apart from bedroom 3) but storage space lacking.
A guitar he hasn’t played for years
A computer that is so old it no longer works
bags of kids clothes he accepted from friends but never made any effort to unpack, wash or sort. Half have shit stains on them.
Bits of toolbox lying all over the place where he has tinkered with something but can’t be bothered to put it all away
Bags of old toys - half scribbled colouring books, puzzles with pieces missing, from DC1 as ‘DC2 might want them one day’
a fucking step ladder that lives on the landing because he needs it to get into the loft but can’t fit it in with all the junk up there
I could go on and on. I could scream. I asked again and again ‘I’ll sort it’ he never did.
I lost it, shoved a load of crap in black bin bags and put out the front for him to take it to the tip (it’s out of town, I can’t drive, having lessons)
half of it found it’s way back into the house
today I desperately needed to find something but couldn’t amongst all the junk
This is part rant, part looking for empathy, part looking for opinions/ideas
He was tidy when I met him!!!!