I didn’t really perceive it when he lived alone. His apartment was a dump with horrible furniture, etc., but I didn’t really see huge piles of crap to the ceiling.
But since we moved in together, it has gotten out of control. He packed all his stuff in one room in our 3 room apartment. He did weird stuff like hoard chemicals and cleaners that belonged under the sink in the kitchen. It is like he thinks I am going to steal a bottle of windex from him. He has dozens of bottles of floor wax, etc. on every surface.
Then he discovered Tupperware boxes which he fills with junk and crap and has towers of these fucking boxes which don’t really fit properly in the chaotic landscape in front of his bookshelves.
It is like we don’t live together and he is trying to keep me from stealing his paper towels.
Absolutely everything is covered in thick dust.
He lets his garbage can fill up and run onto the floor, and when I try to empty the trash, he gets very upset saying I could throw out something he wants accidentally. Then why the hell is he storing things he wants in a garbage can???
Yes, he is mentally ill. He has been diagnosed with depression and ADHD. I tend to think of those things as bullshit. Every adult is depressed to some degree and you should try to snap out of ADHD.
He insists on having the cat’s litter box in the middle of his room and won’t let me move it out of his room. The litter clumps, so he puts the daily clumps in ziplock bags that he carries out about 1-2 a week. The smell is so awful I can taste it, but it doesn’t bother him a bit.
Anyway, we don’t want to go on a TV show like hoarders.
He doesn’t even bring his dirty dishes out of his room to the kitchen after he has finished eating off them.
He says that someday he will do something about it, but right now, he has duplicates and triplicates of some objects and he can’t lay them out somewhere to see them.
This is never going to get better, is it? I am not a hoarder at all.