Get rid of it!

From personal experience.
At his wife, the trummy was tightly wrapped with pots, bubbles, tubes and other tufts. Places this exhibition was covered with a thick layer of dust. Attempts to get there with the question "Why do you all this" were resolutely stopped, up to scandals. "I need it all"
Washed, but unclothed clothes were rolled on the couch, chairs, chairs with stacks. of weeks.
In general, it lived, it seems, on the principle of "free surfaces should not be". Sometimes I took the situation into my own hands, scratching another storm. I was praised, smiled, and by the end of the day the released surface was safely covered with a layer of new pieces.
I live alone now. When strangers come to visit, they are first impressed by cleanliness and order. They call my apartment the "exhibition model", the "killer’s apartment". I was asked if I had hired a maid.
These are gender stereotypes.