I am a man who is in the latter half of his thirties. I am a family man with two little ones of my own. My oldest child is seventeen years old, and I had him before I was married to his mother. Therefore, he is presently residing with his mother, who formerly occupied the role of my ex-girlfriend. My wife and I were married for seven years before we had our second child, who is now five years old.
My wife and I dated for a total of three years before we finally got married. During that time, she never helped me out by doing my washing. It was always me who washed both her clothing and mine while we lived together. Sometimes she would leave her dirty clothing in my room for weeks at a time, and even though she could see them, she would not touch them. After that, I'd start to feel uneasy, so I'd wash the clothes and mail them to her.
When I attempted to have a conversation with her about the matter, she responded by saying, "When I was growing up, my parents always had someone who came to do our laundry." Because of this, washing clothes is one of my least favourite chores. Following her explanation, I endeavoured to comprehend what she had said. I reasoned with myself, "Perhaps after we get married she'll become a different person." But I should have known it wouldn't happen, considering that for the entire three years that we were dating, she didn't even wash one of my boxer shorts. I should have known that she wouldn't do that.
And now that my wife and I have been married for a total of twelve years, I can accurately count the number of times that she has done the laundry in our home. I was the one who always did it because I could not stand to watch dirty laundry stacked up in a heap. I couldn't stand to see it. Because of this, we were continually running into issues