![]() ![]() “I can’t wait to see her sweep the kitchen” “I hope that she’ll make dinner every night” I can’t speak for him, but I really don’t think any of these thoughts went through is head… “I hope he’ll make dinner three nights a week, that’s only fair” “I hope he’ll take my son to the bowling alley while I get my hair done one day” “I hope he’s the man who’s going help me clean my house 50/50” You have to ask yourself, what were you hoping for when you met your partner?įor example, when I was giggling in Starbucks on our first date and swooning over him, I, at no point had any of the following thoughts… But what are they fantasizing about? A man in an apron making dinner and cleaning the house? Some either have or have considered cheating because they have fantasies about other men. The number one complaint I hear from the ladies I know today is that their partner does not help them. I took him up on that offer and I went to the grocery store in peace. And being a single mom, I deserved to have to feel this way. Just the idea of being able to think and plan and maneuver seemed like something I had lost, something I gave up when I decided to have a child. I often envied the women who could move around easily and not have a child hanging off of them while others silently (or sometimes vocally!), judged them. I said, “Really? You’re ok with that?” The idea of going to the grocery store alone after all this time seemed like a distant dream. The first time I headed to the grocery store after we moved in together, I got my son ready and started to walk out of the door as usual when he said, “Just leave him with me”. We had our first date at a Starbucks and the rest is history. One day, I met him, the one who doesn’t help me much around the house. I’ve held all of the responsibilities that I have today. I’ve spent a long time doing it all by myself. We had a son and then he split and we haven’t talked much since. I felt sorry for myself the whole day… I cried a bit.Įight years ago, I married the man of my dreams. As I was ironing his shirts for work the next day, I couldn’t help but think to myself, “Really? He isn’t going to stop me from my usual cleaning, laundry, cooking and tending to my child today?” He didn’t. But I want everyone to know that I did it and that I did it alone. I don’t want anyone else to do the laundry because they could ruin the clothes. I hate cleaning and laundry but I don’t want anyone else to clean the house because it isn’t good enough for me. I don’t want my husband to do the cleaning, I just hate that it’s expected that I do it. Then, we get together in secret and bash our significant others to one another and share stories about how they won’t help us out at home. We suffer in silence hoping someone will pity us and help us. Most of us women are martyrs and we don’t voice our opinion about it at home. I really don’t want to be the one to tell you that nobody cares. Stop telling me about how your partner doesn’t contribute as much as you’d like to the household chores. ![]()
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