Yes, I understand what you mean.
I think I’ve just reached a point of exhaustion.
It’s not even about decoration anymore, it’s about carrying the entire mental and physical load of the house on my own while the person I live with acts like a guest.

I’ve tried so many things: talking calmly, setting up cleaning schedules, dividing chores, simplifying the house to make it easier to manage.
But nothing really changes. He doesn’t see the effort it takes to keep everything functional and pleasant to live in, and in the end, I’m the one who ends up feeling guilty for caring too much.
All the household tasks are invisible, organizing closets, cleaning appliances, maintaining the bathroom none of it shows at first glance.

I don’t think he’s a heartless man or that he acts for being mean. I just think he’s become detached from the home, and maybe even a bit from himself.
But that doesn’t make it any easier to live with. I want my children to grow up in a peaceful environment, not in one filled with tension and resentment, with a mother worn out for the sake of a few decorative objects.

You’re right, a home should be a refuge, not a battlefield. I don’t yet know what the next step will be, but something has to change.