I hate

Also, when DethWife is washing and puts any old thing on the draining rack, stacked precariously, like a madman's Jenga, waiting for me to dry the wrong plate or mug and it all comes crashing down.

My GF does this and it's maddening, we have a metal rack shelf which overhangs the draining board where I put cups and any small items like coffee portafilter, milk jug etc and some hooks underneath for hanging pans to dry, then we have just a basic dish rack on the draining board with standard slots for plates. When I wash up it's all meticulously stacked and if you need something quick you can just grab it and use it without moving anything which given my girlfriend and I eat completely different foods as there's zero overlap in our preferences happens a lot as we're always cooking separately. When she washes up not even the plates go in the slots, all the smallest items will be piled on the bottom of the dish rack (including utensils which could easily fit in the cutlery drainer) then bowls completely covering them from sight and them plates and pans laid face down in a pile on top of the rest of the madness.

and she uses washing up gloves which I fucking hate touching (not quite up there with cotton wool but not far off) especially when they're still slimy and covered in bits of food*. and they get left hanging on the edge of the washing up bowl "to dry". so I have to move them every. single. time. I want to use the sink.

I get moaned at for not washing up sometimes and it's not that I don't want to do it, I just can't face the 10 minute game of clattering crockery jenga I have to play before I can even put a single plate on the dryer.

* my mum used to own a cafe when i was early-mid teens and would get roped into washing up hundreds of plates covered in congealed bean juice and stubbed out cigarettes and it was about the grossest thing possible for a 13 year old and i still hate it.