I’m so fed up. I don’t even use that bathroom. I cleaned it not even 72 hours ago. I had to pee really badly; so I ran and went. Sat up to find dried poop water on the toilet lid. I come out, and ask my husband. He said he didn’t do it. One of the kids did. He said he used toilet paper to wipe it off, and left it. He’s 33. Like how can he not understand he’s their dad too. Why is it always on me?

The man is filthy. He’s also turned into a real deadbeat husband and dad. He parades around he’s helped with two loads of laundry in two weeks, and he’s helped clear dishes out the washer twice. He’s never once deep cleaned the hardwood floors, counters, and asking him to take the garbage out gets me hateful remarks.

I get he works midnights. But he sleeps 830-6 most days. The kids see him 3 hours. He doesn’t realize how much I do. We don’t communicate. We don’t have sex.

He doesn’t follow through with ANYTHING. He’s become so freaking laZy with basically anything outside of work, and waits for me or someone else to do it

I don’t know what else to do. If I leave he’s out a car, a house, he’ll lose his job, and I don’t even want to think about him juggling his kid on his own with work.

But I feel torn about leaving.

***update

My husband only does things if I ask more than 3 times. Literally. We have a four bedroom two bathroom two story home with a basement. On the first floor there is the kitchen, small bathroom, kitchen with area we have a breakfast table at. Then our formal dining room. The the fireplace area where I have my exercise bike, and that’s open into the living room. One bedroom. That is all hardwood. Then there’s the carpeted We have a hallway at the bottom of the stairs. The stairs has two platforms, 13 steps. We have the area by our bookshelf, 3 bedrooms, a bathroom and the hallway. Guess who cleans it. Plus washes all the laundry. Dishes. Dinner. Groceries. Bills. We have multiple kids here, and two dogs.

It’s exhausting. Tonight he vacuumed for the first time this year, the last rime I want to say I think was around thanksgiving. It’s just makes me feel like a maid.

He’s a sloth.