Okay, so I don't work. Erik does, apparently. So while Erik works, my 'job' is to keep the house in order and whatnot. Which I definately do. My issue? I'll spend all day cleaning and when Erik gets home he strips and throws his clothes wherever - he eats and drinks [we don't have a kitchen table yet so it's always in the living room] and leaves glasses and dishes in the living room - he can NEVER put them in the dishwasher or sink. I do laundry - I ask him to take the clothes upstairs b/c I have bad knees and he takes them upstairs after me bitching for 2 days and throws them on the floor or on top of boxes. [wtf?!?] I asked him today [his day off] to help me clean up the kitch b/c most of the stuff in there is his and I need help so I can get it done quickly. He won't do it. He's the type where he says he'll do it later - but that will be in 10 days. He helps with the laundry when he needs his uniform - which that means putting his uniform in the washer and dryer and throwing dried clothes on the floor/on top of the dryer and not putting another load in to wash. I had had it by the end of the night. I told him that if he brings dishes into the living room - that when he's done he should put them in the dishwasher and he goes, 'I might.' I might?!?!! What do you mean "I MIGHT?" I work to keep this f**king house clean and all I ask for is a little consideration. If I ask you to do one little thing you can damn well do it! It won't hurt you to get off of your a** once! I promise! And when I ask you things - give me a straight answer - don't tell me maybe, or I might. I'm sick of it. Tonight was my last freaking straw. I've tried to be nice, and ease him into it - but a year is too damn long in my book. So, no more cooking for him, no more doing his laundry, no more cleaning his house no more anything until he can show me that he is a big boy - and doesn't have me around just to do his s**t. Yeah, I'm sleeping on the couch by choice. I'm livid. I don't understand how it could be THAT FREAKING HARD to comprehend. It's not! he's just trying to piss me off, and by golly it's worked! So yeah, I'm officially on strike and it's his own damn fault! I don't know what to do with him?!?!!? I don't know if he's acting that stupid or what. I don't know what to do anymore. I'm at my wits end. I can't take all of his bulls**t on top of my medical problems... I'm going to have a nervous freaking breakdown. Tell me if I'm overboard with this.... I want to know... but seriously all the stress I have on top of his s**t is going to kill me.