I was evicted with my kids 18 months ago, we couldn't secure another tenancy in time so had to move in with my partner while I continued looking. He and I had only been together a year at this point, but very happily so and after a few months we decided to stay living together.. BUT
This was on the basis that we would sort out his accumulation of junk and the bulk of my life could then move out of storage units and into our shared home. 18 months have passed and the house is still rammed to the rafters, literally.. neither of us are especially tidy but his collection of stuff makes no sense to me, he keeps adding "useful" things, tools.. machinery/parts/gadgets and every in Road I make gets swiftly piled with shit again. He's endlessly kind and supportive, but we both have long history of depression, he "comfort eats" and his weight has ballooned to the point his snoring has become sleep apnea and I claimed a room so we could sleep separately as I was exhausted from sneaking down to sleep on the crappy sofa every night.
He admits he's a hoarder and says he wants to change things and clear it .. but nothing significant ever changes and our relationship is under severe strain. Most of my life is still locked away in storage and I feel like I'm existing in a timeline of someone else's mental illness and not feeling like this is my home at all
I don't know what to do, I'm drinking too much and feeling utterly desperate.