Does anyone else's narc do this?
I swear I live in the matrix where all day and night I'm constantly cleaning, keeping up with the day and my 1 year old daughter. I have I guess a mild OCD. I grew up in a hoarder house that involved animals so any clutter, grime, pet hair all kind of trigger me to feel anxious. Each night I go to bed (on the couch, another story) and wake up to the kitchen, living room TRASHED from him rummaging around the night before. So I wake up expecting things to be clean orderly as when I went to sleep but more than half the time I'm met with a sink full of dishes, random paper towels laying around half scrunched, the scraps from whatever box of food he ripped apart like a wild animal, stove has drippings of mystery liquids, crumbs on the surfaces.. it's exhausting. I'm treated worse than a maid. Literally Everyday I just daydream about a time when my daughters in school and I can have my house back to myself. 😭 4 more years feels an eternity some days.
Currently cleaning up his mess as I take care of my daughter and he sleeps ALL DAY in the middle of the living room. Effectively making it impossible for us to make noise in our own LIVING ROOM without waking him up and being giving major attitude or just straight up yelled at.
Sorry just needed to rant. I'll post a pick of my kitchen after I finish "re cleaning" it.
Eternal sigh.
I swear I live in the matrix where all day and night I'm constantly cleaning, keeping up with the day and my 1 year old daughter. I have I guess a mild OCD. I grew up in a hoarder house that involved animals so any clutter, grime, pet hair all kind of trigger me to feel anxious. Each night I go to bed (on the couch, another story) and wake up to the kitchen, living room TRASHED from him rummaging around the night before. So I wake up expecting things to be clean orderly as when I went to sleep but more than half the time I'm met with a sink full of dishes, random paper towels laying around half scrunched, the scraps from whatever box of food he ripped apart like a wild animal, stove has drippings of mystery liquids, crumbs on the surfaces.. it's exhausting. I'm treated worse than a maid. Literally Everyday I just daydream about a time when my daughters in school and I can have my house back to myself. 😭 4 more years feels an eternity some days.
Currently cleaning up his mess as I take care of my daughter and he sleeps ALL DAY in the middle of the living room. Effectively making it impossible for us to make noise in our own LIVING ROOM without waking him up and being giving major attitude or just straight up yelled at.
Sorry just needed to rant. I'll post a pick of my kitchen after I finish "re cleaning" it.
Eternal sigh.