I just give up.
I am so fucking miserable.
So many things that have now chipped away until I can’t stand even being in the same room. I have absolutely nothing positive to say or think about him.
The house is a shit hole that I cannot keep up with.
I’m sure he is a hoarder. I clear a spot and within a day it’s got some of his crap in it.
I’ve bagged up a tonne of his shit this morning to go in the garage which he has filled to the fucking rafters with his crap.
I’ve just put the washing out and seen that he has piled a load of shit up at the side of the house that presumably needs to go to the tip, just dumped everywhere. That now will sit there for months and months and months until I take it or nag him to take it.
He doesn’t give a shit about the house or the environment that we are living in.
The last straw was an empty box dumped in the kitchen that he took the last can out of and just left it there.
Everywhere I look his shit is piled up, everywhere.
it’s like trying to shovel snow in a blizzard every fucking day.
The dishwasher will be open ready to receive dirty dishes… OPEN.. but no, he still throws his dishes into the sink above the dishwasher.
I have had enough of this life. Despair and trapped is how I feel all the time.
We are no longer compatible.
The house is something that I look at every minute of the day so it’s what gets me down the most, but it’s that he doesn’t see it and just adds to it constantly.
I need out, but can’t for another 8 years. (Youngest is 10).
Just needed to tell that to someone. I have no one in life to talk to about it.