I am defeated

Ok, so I had a clean house on Friday before leaving for work. The only things out were a few items left behind from the my DH (whom is no longer darling) like clothing, shoes, some boxes from doing work for his parents ( which are 3rd on his priority list apparently preceded by work the kids. Although stuff for his parents is work, therefore making them tied for first. Imagine that!) Anyways. I come off my weekend of happiness and come home to hell. Everything that I had done was thwarted by the person that is suppose to care how I feel. I made a list for him on Wednesday of last week of every item that was out that was his. 15 minutes or less would have covered it. But now that list is buried beneath more crap that has accumulated. So this evening I was able to get some aggression out by spraying him with hot water from the sink sprayer while I was doing dishes. It was his stuff getting wet. What did I care? If it wasn't out, it would not have gotten wet. In fact nothing would have gotten wet because it would not have justified it. Anyways, as I typed this I realized what would make me the happiest. Cleaning up his stuff, but putting it in a place that will take him a while to find. However, I think I am going to wait a bit longer to see if he actually cleans it up. He actually had the balls to tell me to pick up my stuff that I left out this evening. So my reply was no problem... please give me a few seconds to pick up my dinner plate and paperwork. There...Done. What a fucking asshole. I am so mad and he doesn't give a shit. But that is what I married. A fucking slob...that doesn't give a shit.