I'm not a clean freak, but I do much prefer cleanliness and order, for practical reasons. Filth is unhealthy and unsightly; clutter is also unsightly and makes it hard to find shit when you need it. Any space that I control - my closet, my workbench, the countertop in my bathroom - all well organized, clean and free of clutter. My wife, OTOH, is....not like me in this way. She doesn't mind clutter. Every space she controls is packed to the brim with trash and bullshit. Her countertop in the bathroom looks like a CVS after a tornado. Unfortunately, she also controls the kids' spaces so all of their shit is FUBAR. We have a mud room and each of the three of our kids have a cabinet, ostensibly for their essential school shit. You can't even open the fucking doors without papers and shit falling out. My wife's car looks like a homeless person stole it and lived in it for weeks. Bits of food and crumbs completely covering the floorboards, wrappers and trash literally everywhere. Glove box, console, cup holders all full of detritus among a few actually useful things that you'd never be able to find.
My wife knows that all of this shit makes me ragey. I have tried telling her nicely that it really bothers me. I have tried telling her that her life would actually be better if she was more organized and cleaned shit up. I have tried being an asshole about it. I have brought it up in therapy. She does nothing. By this point, I am mostly resigned.
I told my wife about a month ago that I wanted to get rid of a bunch of shit in anticipation of Christmas. The kids are going to get a bunch of new shit and there is hardly anywhere left to put anything because of my wife's lack of organizational skills. We went through all of their clothes a couple of weeks ago and filled up two garbage bags of stuff to give away. We put the bags in the hallway. I told her that I wanted to take them to Goodwill, like right then. She told me that she wanted to "go through it first." WTF? Didn't we just do that? Apparently there were some items she thought she could sell on FB marketplace or whatever. Fine, just please do it sooner rather than later.
I also made it clear that over the Thanksgiving long weekend I wanted to clear some stuff out of the garage, including larger kids toys that I wanted to give away. She has a bunch of shit from her car - shopping bags, floor mats, mats that go under car seats we don't use anymore, yoga mats, - draped all over the toys the kids don't use anymore that I want to give away. I asked her to do something with that shit so that I could get the toys out. It was clearly a Step 1, Step 2 situation.
Pan to Sunday, last day of the long weekend. The two garbage bags of clothes are still in the hallway, untouched. All of the shit in the garage - untouched. I did some things with the kids and then a few small projects around the house in the morning. Then I laid on the couch and watched some of the Texans' game and scrolled on my phone. It's late afternoon. My goal of having this shit gone by the end of the weekend has not been met. I waited long enough; I gave her plenty of time to do what she needed to do. So I told her that I was taking the clothes to Goodwill, throwing away all of the unused mats and shit in the garage and taking all of the toys to a friend who has a grandchild who can use them. Of course, she gets all pissed off at me for "being an asshole." She tells me she can't be comfortable or "feel safe" or "be herself" in our house. She also accused me of being "unproductive" because I laid on the couch for a couple of hours. She whirlwinded angrily for 15 minutes or so, put the bags of clothes by the front door that someone came and got and threw away all of the shit in the garage (including some actual useful shit that I fished out of the trash can). We haven't spoken since.