Just like the title says. I came home to a 10ft trail of piss from our 10lb dog. He had been home all evening and just didn't bother to clean it up.

This year I have been on a personal warpath of improving myself because I deserve to be my best. I've been working out like crazy, making better lifestyle habits, I started meds for my anxiety and have worked my butt off in a gazillion other ways.

I came home from my 2nd workout of the day and immediately stepped in the giant trail left by our dog. When I asked him if she had been whining to go out, he said that she was whining for me because I wasn't home yet (though clearly it was because she had to go out). I cleaned it up, bleached everything and started cooking supper/lunch for tomorrow. While he just sat in his office watching TV while scrolling on his phone.

I recently have come to believe that he is maybe LL because he is depressed. Since I have had some success with my anxiety meds and the other improvements I've made, I've gently started suggesting he make a Dr Appt to see if it would help.

He told me he is too busy and has too much to worry about. I don't want to be an asshole and push too hard, but I feel like at some point something has got to give.

The more I've improved myself and the more I see that he isn't even attempting even an iota of the same makes me think about divorce more and more. It's to the point that I almost can't interact with him and not come out of it thinking about leaving.

As soon as I am able to get to the point of being able to support myself, I'm gone.

I deserve effort, I deserve a partner (not a roommate I'm married to), I deserve sex, and I deserve love and affection