Total melt down 😬😬

To start off let me just say I normally hold my temper very well this was a build up over weeks and weeks so dont judge me to harshly..

Saturday was a busy day for my SO and I we left early to go to town and didnt get home up around 9pm, my back and hips were very sore from being on my feet all day. Then Sunday we had to go back into town earlyish but we got home around 5pm. When we got home my SO took a table (about the size of a 55gal fish tank) out of our room to set up the snake cage on it. Well when he took it out he put all the crap I had been asking him to clean off that table (it on his side of the bed) on the floor and all over the bed room. Well, I didnt see it until later that evening around 10:30pm after i took a shower and went into the bed room. There was bags of jerky, empty soda cans, full soda cans, bags of chips, empty and half drank beer bottles, cups with God knows what in them, and silverware. So I started to clean up because our 6m old puppy kept trying to get into everything and as I walked out of the room from the living room I hear "what are you doing?" So I told him I was cleaning up his shit like always, his response "you dont have to do that" but makes no effort to get up and do it himself. So as I'm cleaning a full can of Pepsi dumps all over the floor and in the bottom drawer of his dresser. That's when I snapped. I threw an empty can of pringles into the hall and yelled. He grabs the can and throws in back into the room and starts screaming at me. I just go off, telling him I'm sick of always having to do everything in the house and its fucking ridiculous that he keeps his side of the bed so dirty. That he always waits until I've already done it for him or get pissed off enough for anyone to do anything Ive asked them to do. The whole time I'm screaming at t him I'm cleaning soda off the floor, picking up clothes and picking up all his crap. All he keeps screaming is "get, get, get" and snapping at me so, I get more pissed off and scream "I'm not a FUCKING dog and you're not going to talk to me like one". I finally get everything cleaned up and lay down to go to bed and he acts like everything is fine. I stayed upset most of the night, and I tried to explain to him why I got so upset but he didnt want to hear it and kept going back to my attitude. I let it go for the night and we got up and went the DMV Monday, grabbed some lunch and groceries and got home around 2ish. I had to clean the kitchen and I wanted to get some stuff done in the room. I just wanted him to mount the tv in our room and take our bed out and put a smaller bed in the room. I had to catch an attitude for him to do that.

By now I probably sound like a complete bitch and that I'm just the most hateful person. The reason I was so upset is because Sunday he kept saying how if I dont want/feel like doing something (cleaning or cooking) to just ask him and he will get it done, that I don't have to do everything. I thought that was funny because I have asked him to do things in the past and I have to wait DAYS or WEEKS and by then I do it. I had been asking him for over a month to clean his side of the bed. Monday we were talking about it, as I was standing in the kitchen doing the dishes, and again I explained to him why I got so upset because he tells me these things, but they never get done. He dead ass looked at me and said "it will get done, you dont have to remind me every six months" turned and walked out of the kitchen. I really wanted to throw a pan at the back of his head. I'm also over 8 months pregnant, and having issues with my blood pressure. I cook dinner every night and clean it up every night. I do his laundry, take care of his laundry, I clean the house, and take care of the dogs. I keep up with everything because I dont work so I try to make life fairly easy for him. We live with a friend of ours and I also take care of him, I just dont cook for him or take care of his laundry. Sometimes I'm tired and my back hurts and even then I still do what I need to. So today I have to do the dishes and clean the kitchen, put our big bed back in the room and rearrang the room because we have to make room for the baby. Then I'll cook dinner, eat dinner then clean dinner up.

Well, that's my rant 🍑🤷🏻‍♀️