Hey all, my H has never been motivated to help with household chores, we've been together 10 years but only lived together 4, partly I held off moving in as he is soooooooo lazy and whilst he lived at home he and his family never did any housework and it got to a point where their house was so rancid I refused to go anymore as my clothes always stunk when I came out! H eventually realised even he couldn't live as a slob to that degree and pressured me into moving in with him. I was very happy at my parents and my son was too, I wasn't overly interested in living together, partly because he's lazy and also pretty selfish you, but he did have some good points otherwise I'd have dumped him long ago! However after much emotional blackmail from him and threats to dump me if I didn't commit I agreed to live together. We bought a house on the proviso he did his share of housework and didn't sit on his ass watching sports tv all night. At first he didn't hold the bargain but eventually I just started binning all the stuff he left out of place or stuff that was his he just dumped and didn't move for weeks. He soon started to tidy up and help out, he even took on the washing and ironing as he worked less hours than me. Well everything costed along nicely until the rented house ( which was not rented when we moved in, it was owned) next door had 2 lots of nightmare scummy tenants, one a druggy and the other lot who had 3 kids and not a brain cell to look after them so social services and police there all the time! We decided we had to sell up, so we did, and moved back with my parents as they had room and we hadn't found a house to suit us. It's now 7 months since we moved in to my parents, since September I've been really unwell, 3 lots of medication and still trying yo carry on as normal. But my p of a H now thinks he can go back to doing nothing at all again. To make it worse our teenage son sees him being an utter tosser and lazy so our son is now taking on the lazy traits. H comes in from work, sits on his ass having a coffee, sits on his ass on phone reading twitter and newspapers, ignores the need for dog to be fed or walked despite it dancing round his feet, he moves his ass to go to bog, hides in there til my parents need to go in, he then mooches into kitchen and watches me sweating, puffing and charging about trying to feed the dog, cook tea, empty the dryer, put a wash on and do the 4 tonnes of recycling that have accumulated in the day whilst he leans against the kitchen unit chatting with my parents (who have both only just cone in from work too) about us hard day!!!!!!! H thinks it a joke when I loose the plot and turn into a screaming banshee that threatens to bin his clothes and shoes if he doesn't move them. It's pathetic and he knows I can't blow my top to full degree and say what I'd really like to say as my parents are around. The B* stands there literally smirking at me as I'm trying to hold it together and him keep saying 'chill, no ones died from the washing not being done or a coat on the sofa instead of hung up' I swear I do not know how I haven't smacked the smarmy arrogant w in his teeth yet. I'm literally working a 17 hour day and exhausted by it. I've just blown my top right now as the dog needed to go out, he completely ignored the dogs cries til I went mental, I've taken care of the dog all day since 7am (he's still only 7 months old) whilst he's laid in bed til 10am, I've been out with the dog, done poop patrol, got the child up, fed child, bathed dog, cleaned our rooms, cooked for 5 of us, put the washer on, emptied the dryer, done 3 lots of recycling and all he's done all day is take his car to the car wash and sit in his iPad drinking brews!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I've just come to bed to find his f* electric razor and mirror strewn on my side of the bed....... not his side, my side!!!!!!!!!!! So I've thrown it across the bedroom in the hope it's broken. AIBU??????????? All I want is for him to help like he did, I'm sick to the teeth if keep telling him to stop being so f lazy.