I have a very tumultuous marriage. I have to be on my toes all the time. The stress is sometimes incredible. Do not get me wrong, I love Faye. I would never even consider divorcing her. Basically because, as she points out, I could not afford it.
But we fight constantly. For example, she badgers me, sometimes for weeks on end, to mow the lawn until I finally do it. She once nagged me for two months to build a couple of shelves for a kitchen cabinet. Not satisfied that I finally did that, she has dropped hints for the last several months about building yet another one. The woman is relentless.
The daily battle that gets to me (and triggered this blog post) is over who must spray the Clean Shower. This is, of course, "women's work" and beneath my dignity. However, if I am not clever and take a shower early, it will be left to me to spray down the tile.
It's not like she is overloaded with work. She only has the laundry, the cleaning, the shopping, and the cooking to do. I, on the other hand, must mow the lawn when I get around to it and take the garbage out to the curb twice a week (after she gathers it together). I barely have time to play golf twice a week or sit in front of the TV and watch mindless entertainment.
And tonight it is leftovers... Of course, what is leftover is that lasagna that I love so much so I won't give her too much grief about it.
I wonder what's for dessert?
A Night Unremembered
2 years ago