My husband is a really sweet guy. he is nice to me, and I would always ask him,' Would you expect your mother to carry this?" and his reply was, 'no. I never would.'
But I was the only girl in my father's family and I was expected to do what the guys did. It was so much harder for me.
My brother thought I was a total waste of oxygen because I could not throw a bale of hay into the loft. I had to drag it.
So I grew up being treated like a waste, and working five times as hard to prove my value.
The husband just let me keep going with that attitude.
He regrets it now, and won't let me lift hardly anything.
But, we had a nursery to build, and it was only us.
If I had not done it, then he would not have ever gotten it done. We would have run out of money and given up on his dream.
It was a sacrifice, and you do that for people you love.
And other than my one set Grandparents and now son, He is the only other person out there that loved me back.