I lay in bed thinking about things, got more and more stressed out and then i let fly before I got out of the bed, I can't take any more of the mess and things not getting done in this house, my husband is a hoarder and will not throw anything away and they seem to think its funny that the osteoporosis bone unit said all the floors must be kept clear, "ha ha look what would they say if they saw this lot", well it isn't funny anymore and i am really upset, I want my nice home back, I used to have a beautiful home till I let a man into it now it is a bashed up everything started and not finished slum.