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Input: First time poster on reddit. I’m on mobile so I apologize for the formatting. Also, long story but I will try to keep it down.  

Backstory: I am a 23 yo female. My husband and I have been together for 8 years, he is 25. Back when I was a Sophomore in high school, I was diagnosed with OCD, Depression, and Anxiety. I do not currently take medication but have improved over the years. We currently live in a 3 story home. We have 3 bathrooms in the house, one on each floor. The bathrooms on the first and third floor have been out of use due to a plumbing issue. 

So today we had a family friend come over to fix the issue. Family friend fixed the issue but left toilet water all over the basement floor. 

Germs and bacteria are my downfall when it comes to my OCD. My husband is very aware of this and has seen me go into hysterics over filth. 

My husband was out of the house running errands while I cleaned the top two floors as the family friend walked his toilet water shoes all over the house. I finished cleaning the top two floors and my husband got home soon after. 

H will be husband and M will be me. 

H: Hey, are you going to the store soon? I have to drop off an envelope in the dropbox unless you’re going out and you can do it? 

M: Well I have to go out but I haven’t had a chance to clean the basement. I was on my hands and knees cleaning the top two floors. I’ll drop it off at the dropbox if you wanna clean up the basement.

H: Nevermind. I’ll go to the dropbox. 

So he left. I realized that we didn’t have any gloves and I definitely wanted gloves for how dirty the basement was. I closed the basement door and waited until he got home so I could go to the store. He gets home and the conversation went as follows. 

H: I’m gonna do laundry right now. 

M: Well you can’t go downstairs. I realized we don’t have gloves but i’ll go to the store and clean the basement so you can do laundry after I get back. 

H: You told me you were going to clean the basement while I was gone. That’s you’re fault. I have to do 4 loads of laundry. 

M: I didn’t have gloves. Just wait until I come back and I’ll clean it. You can’t go downstairs or you’ll dirty the top floors again and I already cleaned them. 

My husband then proceeded to go up to the third floor and walk down to the basement with a load of laundry in his hand. He took the shoes he went to the basement with and walked all over each floor of the house. I was FURIOUS. I left without saying anything to him and went to target to get gloves and some other things.

I came back and cleaned each floor again even more thoroughly than I did the first time. My husband was upstairs and I went up the stairs and proceeded to ask him for the shoes on his feet while he sat at his computer. I told him I needed to clean them because I recleaned the entire house and I didn’t want him to dirty it again. I will admit that I did call him a pig and that his actions made me have to reclean as I told him to give me his shoes. So he refused to hand over his shoes for the two seconds it would have taken me to clean the bottoms with antibacterial wipes. I asked a few more times and he again refused until I apologized for the pig comment. 

M: If you don’t give me your shoes and you walk anywhere other than your current position, I am leaving. 

So he did. He walked all over the floor again with those disgusting shoes. I was in a blind rage. I got a bag from my closet and started shoving my clothes, toothbrush, etc in the bag. While I’m gathering my things from our room on the third floor he is following me asking me where I’m going. I was silent and went downstairs to the main floor to get some shower things and again he walked downstairs. I walked out the door bag in hand and drove away. 

I am now currently sitting in the Starbucks parking lot writing this. I have called my mother who thinks I’m overreacting and my best friend who said she’d be pissed too. I need to know from you guys. Am I the asshole for leaving? He knows how I feel about germs and I don’t want to step foot back into that house right now because I will have to clean it for a third time. My husband is fully aware of my OCD and how clean the house should be and normally makes my life easier as he is a bit of a neat freak as well.

leaving the house and telling my husband I am sleeping out after he dragged toilet water all over the house