Ever since I met DH he’s been a hoarder and when we finally moved in together in a new house for both of us (rented) he claimed the front living room that has a pantry attached as his “studio”
It was fine at first he does sound recording stuff as a hobby and I was relieved that I wasn’t tip toeing around wires/ recording desks/ boxes etc and o just never really went in there.
Three years ago, we had a baby together he is a great dad and we’re (what I thought of as) happy.
His “studio” has become a real mess -I mean tables up turned on their sides, way too much furniture recording equipment up to your shoulders when you walk in, 100 cardboard boxes, old biscuit tins, bags and bags of bubble wrap.
He has a shed in the garden that is literally floor to ceiling packaging materials “in case he sells something”
Yesterday I got sick of it and put all the many many boxes in the shed with all the other boxes and took DD’s buggy, drum kit and tricycle out of there and re-dispersed them around the house.
I arranged the furniture so that I can actually get to the pantry at the back as I was looking for some Christmas things that haven’t surfaced yet.
He is fucking fuming with me and hinting that I am marginalising him in his own home which he “pays a lot for” I’m looking after our fucking DD if I wasn’t he’d be paying a lot more in child care and my pension is on hold whilst I do so 🤯🤬
I knew it would push his buttons but I don’t want to enable this insanity for the sake of DD. He thinks my not enabling him is me marginalising him he says he’s lost all trust in me I ha e violated him and that I’m waging an Aggressive war on him where I feel he’s doing that to me.
He slept alone last night and says he wants to lick his soul in iron bars and run away.
Most people would just say ah thanks!
Anyone else had any experience of hoarder partners?
Ps I don’t have a whole room/ pantry to call my own because I just don’t think family homes work like this!