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Originally Posted by hvert
Okay. Mission clean dining room sort of worked yesterday. I'm dithering again today, as usual -- got some kitchen-y stuff done, laundry, and did just about all the dirty dishes. I have to say that the dirty dish situation in my household gets on my nerves. When my boyfriend moved in six and a half years ago, the deal was that whoever didn't cook would wash the dishes. We alternated nights cooking.
Fast forward to now, and I do all of the joint cooking and still wind up doing the majority of the dishes. He mows the lawn, does the cat litter, and takes out the trash once a week.
I just packed away almost all of our glassware because I am tired of him claiming that I was the one who got it dirty (I only drink soda in cans and if I do drink water, I stand in front of the sink and put my glass right in the clean dish drain afterwards).
I know this is minor stuff, but it gets on my nerves. Sometimes I think the house is a chaotic mess in part because are both waiting for the other one to pick up their crap.
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Congrats on getting all that done! Sounds like a lot
We tried the alternating cooking/dishes thing; it didn't work for us, either
I'm actually getting ready to move a bunch of glasses & dishes, too, because we never use them & they're taking up valuable cabinet space!
As for the bolded part...that's exactly how our house got to be such a disaster. I used to do all the cleaning because I wasn't working & I felt that was fair. After a while, though, I felt like my gf was really taking advantage--not picking up her dishes, leaving her clothes & shoes all over, leaving trash around. Also, because of her bipolar, she was always shopping & bringing more @#$% into the house. (At the time, though, we didn't know she was bipolar; I thought she was just being irresponsible & selfish.) Eventually I got fed up with it. She wouldn't even bring her laundry downstairs so that I could sort it, wash it, dry it, fold/hang it, & put it away! All she had to do was bring it downstairs!
So I got tired of arguing with her about her being able to do 20 minutes worth of chores after work, & I stopped doing everything. It started out as waiting her out, trying to see how long it would take her to do x, y or z. But she would just never do it! The sink would be STACKED with dishes all over. We are forever behind on our laundry, which we have way too much of anyway. It caused a lot of fights & arguing after a long while. She finally realized how much I was doing, & didn't like that I wasn't doing it anymore. Of course by that time, I was so deep in depression that I didn't really care how she felt about it. She didn't care when I cared, you know?
& so the house is still quite a mess. I realize I didn't take the best course of action, & perhaps I could have handled it differently, but that's how it happened, & so now we have to deal with the consequences, you know? So be it.