Yes. I am Type A. Retired Marine. I like things stowed and squared away. Not a clean freak, but I do prefer tidy and organized. My wife, my in-laws who live with us, and my daughter are not as organized as I am. Throw in a couple cats and a dog…
It’s a law of physics “any ordered system tends toward disorder, without the constant input of energy”
I’m only going to share what I’ve learned about me, through introspection as it might help you to meet you husband in the middle:
It’s not about the stuff. It’s all about disorder. I’m not great about expressing personal feelings. I’m sort of a stoic. Doesn’t mean things don’t bother me. I just try not to let it show.
There’s so much in life outside of our control. The world is a disordered place. Stuff happens out there…at work, in all the public spaces, etc. I get very annoyed when grocery shopping, ans the store has an item in “the wrong place”, forcing me to hunt for it. I get annoyed with my fellow martial arts instructors when they don’t return pads to where they are stored. My reaction is to try to create order in my home. It bothers me when I’m cooking and can’t find a utensil, because someone else put it away in “the wrong place”. My closet, 1/3 the size of my wife’s closet looks like a barracks wall locker, ready for inspection. My wife’s closet looks like it’s just been searched by law enforcement, with shoes and such spilling out if it.
What I had to learn to do, for the sake of peace and harmony, is to recognize my “private space” is very limited: my closet, my sink, my dresser, my workshop, by home dojo. Each of the others spaces are theirs, and they can have them look like a tornado hit them, if they so choose. Our shared spaces are just that, shared. If it gets to the point of disarray where I can’t stand it, I clean it up. I’ve set my boundaries around my private spaces. I will defend them. I don’t fight over shared spaces.
Because I know it’s not about the clutter. It’s about my feelings that everything around me is in chaos, and I’m trying to tame it with order, wherever I can. It used to bother me greatly when those around me didn’t share my goal, or worse, seemed to be working to sabotage me. Then I recognized they’re just not wired like me.
But something happens every now and again: my family hits their threshold, and they straighten things up. Maybe not to my standards, but better than it was. This goes a long way towards me finding at least a moments peace.
Your husband just might be trying to bring some order into his world, because he feels a great deal of anxiety from living in a disordered world. His rants and complaints about your stuff, aren’t really about your stuff. He feels tossed about, and powerless, and is exhausted from his efforts.
Hope this helps.