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Raenna, you described me to a T. Hubby is in charge of the kitchen...me, everything else. And when I say kitchen, that's just dishes and garbage. Not the floor. I think I end up loading and unloading the dishwasher more than he does. I actually work more than he does, but he is in school (sometimes). He does the yardwork; however, we've only lived one place that required yardwork, so that's a copout too.
He's gotten better in the past little while, but it still wears on me because he will let the kitchen slip and slip until I can't take it anymore and do it myself (however, I refuse to do the pots and pans...and then tell him I can't cook because I have nothing to cook with, this usually manages to get his butt in gear.) My mother and sister are really pushing me to leave him, at least temporarily, because they know how much this stresses me out.
And don't assume we've never talked about this; this is probably our number one discussion. He's just all talk and no action.
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Formerly Medusa
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