So, I want to organize my home...little background...in my previous marrige (and pretty much my whole life prior to that) I have been pretty anti clutter...and though not always white glove worthy, everything was clean and had a home and it felt good. Fast forward to when I moved in w/ SO, about 4 years ago...he is a PACKRAT....he won't get rid of anything, he keeps boxes that things come in 'just in case it has to be returned'....since I have been with him I have never completely unpacked, and I am uncomfortable in my home.
He says, You look at our home like it's a monster that you can't get control of...I told him that when I want to start a project (cleaning/organizing/etc), I start to look around, my heart beats fast, I get a lump in my throat, and usually burst into tears. I am paralyzed by my home. I am so overwhelmed that I don't even know where to start.
So, today, again, I try to start, he has a break at work and calls me, I start asking him, do you need this box, do you need this jacket (that has had a broken zipper for 8 months)...he says the box is 'just in case' (even though there is no warrenty on the item) and he wants the patches from the jacket and the jacket has too many memories to get rid of it. I tried to take the patches off and they are ironed AND sewn on...
(btw...I have tried to do this stuff with him here and have the same result, usually worse because if he is right there, he can SEE what I am throwing out).
I cannot just go through and get rid of HIS stuff because what if i throw out something that his grandpa gave him when he was little, he has so much stuff, I don't know what is legit crap and what SHOULD be saved.
I hate this, I am angry all the time, I can never find anything, I end up throwing away MY stuff even if it is sentimental because I just can't take it.
Nobody will lift a finger to help me, if I ask ds to clean up his room, or SO to take out the garbage they both act like I;ve just asked for a kidney.I feel like I have 4 kids, two that are legit children, one overgrown, and one furry...I am at my wits end...what do I do??? Please help before I run away from my own house.....

....I am miserable....
He says, You look at our home like it's a monster that you can't get control of...I told him that when I want to start a project (cleaning/organizing/etc), I start to look around, my heart beats fast, I get a lump in my throat, and usually burst into tears. I am paralyzed by my home. I am so overwhelmed that I don't even know where to start.
So, today, again, I try to start, he has a break at work and calls me, I start asking him, do you need this box, do you need this jacket (that has had a broken zipper for 8 months)...he says the box is 'just in case' (even though there is no warrenty on the item) and he wants the patches from the jacket and the jacket has too many memories to get rid of it. I tried to take the patches off and they are ironed AND sewn on...
(btw...I have tried to do this stuff with him here and have the same result, usually worse because if he is right there, he can SEE what I am throwing out).I cannot just go through and get rid of HIS stuff because what if i throw out something that his grandpa gave him when he was little, he has so much stuff, I don't know what is legit crap and what SHOULD be saved.

I hate this, I am angry all the time, I can never find anything, I end up throwing away MY stuff even if it is sentimental because I just can't take it.
Nobody will lift a finger to help me, if I ask ds to clean up his room, or SO to take out the garbage they both act like I;ve just asked for a kidney.I feel like I have 4 kids, two that are legit children, one overgrown, and one furry...I am at my wits end...what do I do??? Please help before I run away from my own house.....


....I am miserable....


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hugs btw, that has got to be really hard, and you have obviously been VERY patient 
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