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A Woman’s Work is Never Done

My mother warned me of this when I was a little girl but I didn’t believe her.  “I’ll never be some housewife,” I thought.  Unfortunately, I’m a wife with a home.  Therefore, I’m still a house wife, I just spend some of my time at something called a full time job.

For the record, the decision to send my last husband packing came after he left me completely hanging on preparation for a trip.  Sure, he’d been cheating for some time, but the act of leaving all travel prep on my shoulders is the surest way to get yourself snapped at, and today is no different.

At this point, my husband is acting salty because, after two days of doing the preparations for a cross country trip without any help, I snapped.  Somehow, he works full time and gets to spend his days off relaxing.  Mine are spent cleaning.  He’s had four months to complete a digital media task for this trip and he’s on the floor in front of his computer working on it with less than three days left.  Why?  Because I finally spoke up and offered to add the project to my list because it wasn’t getting done.  Had I “trusted him” to self motivate, we would be in a bigger argument and worse situation hours before our flight.  I did not nag or bitch.  I kindly told him I was severely stressed and he didn’t let me finish before mumbling about how he’s sore and tired.

Who do men think packs their fucking suitcases?  Who do they think orders the tickets, structures the trip schedule, and prepares for TSA? Doby the Goddamn Housewife.  That’s who.