Married life is not easy and some days it seems harder then others. I don’t ask for much around the house. Basic shit like pick up the clothes, put the dishes in the sink and take out the trash. Doesn’t sound too horrible does it? And often I find myself picking up clothes and dishes anyway, but the one that really pisses me off is the trash. Since I hurt my back a couple of years ago carrying heavy objects is a no-no so I rely on him to do this one thing. Again this morning I woke up to find the garbage truck had gone by and the trash is still at the side of the house. GRRRR! Now we both work nights and on the way in the streets a lined with trash cans, a sign that today is trash day. Monday has been trash day for the last four years and I reminded him before I went to bed. What’s the deal?
It’s like he has an aversion for doing it and sometimes I think he does it just to piss me off. What is so hard about it? It’s one fucking day a week. So then I get pissed off and the next week I haul it out to the curb and my back throbs and I get more pissy.
Why am I telling you all this? Simple. Most men got a good thing. My husband does. I pay the bills, do the shopping, take care of the pets, make and remember all appointments and gatherings, do the dishes and vacuuming. In exchange for a little help now and then. But my fuse is getting short and pretty soon I’m going to explode and all the benefits of having a wife are going to disappear. If the old lady asks you to take out the trash, just do it. And if you need a little incentive think of all that is done in return.