That's life. Mind you, if your S.O. would eat the tops off all the muffins, that's legit grounds for divorce.
Which is a hard way to learn! But communication is key.
His frustrations clearly boiled over, and this is how he blew his top.
"Unfortunately, not much has changed. In fact, it's worse, to the point that I now suffer from Bathroom Surprise Anxiety."
"Why is it then, that my vanity basin becomes a permanent storage container for your make-up brushes, bottles, lipsticks and whatever other 'girl-magic' you practice."
"Granted I do have the top drawer vanity — and this is so I don't have to bend down as far to get MY things: remember I am 6ft effing 6, compared to your 5ft 7, and I have 2 titanium hips, so bending isn't my strong point."
"How effing hard is it to put the lid back on the tube so that the next person (i.e. me) comes along to use it and it's not dry and congealed like roadkill. Do we need his and hers toothpaste?? If I didn't love you quite as much I may be tempted to sabotage the toothpaste with some foreign matter (use your imagination) to teach you a lesson."
"yet I continually see your paw prints inside it with lid of course nowhere to be found, so when I need to use it, it is like a cross between a panel beaters bog and polyspak filler instead of beautifully textured paste."
"We have been together 8 years = 416 weeks, with the bin emptied once a week by me = 416 by me and donuts, zero, Roy Orbinson by you - any chance babe?"At least he concludes by saying "I love you very much — please change your bathroom habits."
So maybe this note will help?
Hey, if nothing else is working, maybe it's for the best.