I am just so very depressed right now. I love my husband more than life itself but he's son is really starting to wear me out. In he's defence I moved into HIS wife, or rather, the house he's parents once shared. He's mom moved out, remarried and re-located to another country, and we moved in. The house is, and has always been a pig sty, but since we're all living together I don't think it's right that I have to live in filth. Am I a bad person just because I want him to be more tidy?