So I F23 and my boyfriend M23 have been dating for about 6 years. My boyfriend in the last 3 had been through so many jobs it makes me head spin. He has spent more time at hone than anyone I know of, and has paid minimal money as well. I'm in debt because I was taking care of the both of us. He just lost another job and I'm still the breadwinner. My mom doesn't like him. No one in my family does. I also do not like his mother and sister who I think of as extremely entitled. For example I was paying for his mother's rent for several months during the end of covid when everything was open because she refused to get a job. Nothing is wrong with her, she just didn't want to. She also let his sister use the money for drugs which I told her they could not do when I started doing it. I'm five figures in debt from taking care of them and him and our pets. He stays home and doesn't clean, doesn't cook, doesn't look after the animals and doesn't grocery shop. I literally have to pay him in money or favours to do anything. The uniforms at my work are dresses. They are nice, but the zipper is really hard to move. When I've had time put it on and take it off by myself, I've damaged them severely to the point that not even a month into having this uniform I already tore one of them. Each uniform is 100 bucks a pop so after I had to get a new one my boyfriend was helping me zip it up and unzip it at the end of the day. We got into a fight today because my mom called me. I missed her call but he saw her name in my call log. He started to go on about my mom, saying how annoying and entitled she was. I admit my mom has her moments, but she's a really nice person. She's hard working, owns her own little crafting company, and used to work at a soup kitchen and does quite a bit of volunteer work. The only reason she would be seen as entitled is she is harsh to the food service industry workers because we worked in a fine dining field for most of my life. Even then she never explodes, usually just reflects her feelings in her tip. His mother on the other hand tries to scam disability and asks me for money all the time. I used his own mother as an example. He then started complaining about other members of my family so I fired right back. It became an argument and I went grocery shopping while he stayed in the car. I didn't grab much, but enough that it was difficult to carry. We got home and he refused to help me bring anything up. So I told him not to eat or drink anything from the groceries I bought as his reasoning was "its yours not mine anyways". Then I asked him to unzip me. He refused. I begged him, knowing I would be stuck in my uniform until the next day if he didn't and I was sweaty and gross and wanted to shower. He refused, calling me a rude bitch and to leave him alone. I begged him some more and we argued, but now here I am writing this still in my uniform.. I had to text my manager about the situation, because I'll be going to work tomorrow with greasy hair and a dirty uniform and I needed help changing so I don't destroy it. I'm embarrassed and uncomfortable, unable to even spend time with my rabbits because my dress has chemicals on it from various cleaning tasks I did today. I am so unbelievably frustrated. I'm in the fine dining industry and coming in with greasy hair and a dirty uniform could literally get me written up. He's literally putting my job at risk by not helped me but he doesn't care. I literally don't know how much longer I can hold out with his toxic behaviour, but I'm in so much debt from him that I feel completely trapped. What do I do?

EDIT: Sorry about spelling errors. Also in case people are wondering why I didn't get a coworker to unzip it, I didn't know he would refuse to do it. Had be not been at home I would have brought a change of clothes to work and got a coworkers help.

EDIT 2: About 30 minutes after posting this he finally unzipped it. That is after going into my room and ripping my blanket off of me and walking out of the room with it while I begged him not to. I then rolled on my side and started crying. He finally came in and gave me my blanket back, unzipped me and walked out without another word.