I have griped about husband a million times, and I'm sorry. I love the man, but he is one lazy dude. I am utterly ashamed of my house. The recliner we replaced 2 months ago is sitting 3 ft outside the door. With 3 pairs of his boots sitting in it. You can not set anything down on the counter in the kitchen. Last night, he fixed fried steak and I probably swept up a cup of flour from the counter, floor, and stove. He splattered tea from his water jug all over the counter, floro, and kitchen table putting ice in it and just left it. Only the 2 recliners in the living room are sittable. The couches have laundry in varying degrees of folding in them. Over the weekend, any time I was not here, he was on the computer or in front of the tv. Tonight, I got home from work, and he's on the computer. I folded laundry and started to get ready for a meeting tonight, and he meandered to the bedroom and turned on the tv and folded half of a short load of whites. I left to go get cat litter, was gone 15 minutes, came back, and the whites aren't folded, he's sitting on the bed watching tv; he starts folding again. He took a shower to go to the meeting, and now he's in front of the tv again. The area beside his chair has 3 weeks worth of papers he's looked at and tossed on the floor, plus every glass, soda can/bottle, plate, etc, that I haven't dragged back to the kitchen. I do my best to do what I can and let the rest go, but I am embarassed and ashamed of this place, but there's also no way I can keep up with it by myself. If one of you came to my door, I would not let you in. And I might be able to tolerate it better, but he gets so mad at the kids if they don't put stuff back/away/etc. I have to go out of town tonight and exMIL is taking Wee in the morning to school. husband is taking him to her house because he doesn't want her to see the house, either. I'm tired of living like this. I've talked, but I may as well be talking to a brick wall. I think the screens are the first of the problems. I can't get rid of the internet, I need it for work; I can get rid of the tv, and have not paid the dish bill...but how do you start a conversation like this...I don't think he has ANY CLUE how many hours he spends in front of them. Or am I just such a witch that I should live by myself...?