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*Sigh* Some days, I just don't know why I bother. We came to a few agreements for chores around the house, but now, I'm back to doing most of his chores for him. Then, if I mention it, he calls me lazy. It's not like he has a lot of chores or anything. Just, help with the kids if I'm sleeping or if they're both in need of attention (except when he's trying to sleep, then I'll tend them both on my own, just takes longer and one has to wait), wash the dishes every other day and preferably, change the garbage cans or the diaper genie when you see that they need to be changed. Yes, the kids are hard work, so that's a big one, but, really, I don't feel like his chores are hard or time consuming, especially considering that I've been washing all of the dishes anyways, and he'll claim that I didn't take my turn, even though I've been washing them on my days AND on his days. For crying out loud, I picked up the movie Fireproof, thanks to all of the recommendations... He read the back, and I can't get him to watch it with me. He keeps putting it off, "oh, we'll watch it in the morning"... next morning comes, "oh, no, I want to play my game, we'll watch it tonight", and it just goes on. I'm just getting tired of fighting a loosing battle to save a marriage with a man who apparantly doesn't give a hoot. I don't want my boys to be raised thinking that women are slaves and men can sit around and be lazy slobs and treat women like crap. The fighting has stopped though, but only because I bite my tongue, pick up his slack and just ignore him (not that he cares). And, I have tried letting the dishes go on his turn, but they pile up and I end up with a sink full of dishes three or four days later, a crazy frustration and end up having to wash dishes in order to cook. I've always dated guys who were older than me, mainly because I thought they were more at my maturity level than the guys my own age. My husband is 26 and I'm 20, and honestly, I feel like I'm going on 80 years and he's going on 13. Honestly, I wonder if part of it isn't the fact that he never lived alone. He moved straight from his parents/grandparents (he was going back and forth for a little while) to an apartment with me, and he was always catered to.
*Sigh* Anyways, thanks for the support, and for letting me get everything off my chest. I love my BYC.
*Sigh* Anyways, thanks for the support, and for letting me get everything off my chest. I love my BYC.
