Why It Sucks

Okay, so I figured out why I’ve been getting pissed off the moment Stephanie comes home. This is why: when Stephanie comes home I am obligated to stop what I’m doing. Why? Because if I don’t get up to do the dishes and cook our dinner, than our kitchen will stink and we won’t eat. I get pissed off because, even though she’s not meaning to, she makes me feel like I’m her servant. She makes me feel, this week in particular, like I exist only to make her life easier.

I understand that she’s had a hard day. I’ve had a hard day, too. I know she doesn’t mean for me to have to do all this, but she won’t get up and do it herself. She’ll go to bed without dinner. She’ll get up in the morning and eat what she can find, but she won’t get up in time to do the dishes and cook herself something. She just doesn’t have the energy. Or whatever.

So it urks me. I have a lot of little projects I’m trying to finish up. Then I’ll have a bunch of other little projects I’ve come up with. You know me. I’m always working on something. And you know that it pisses me off when I have to interrupt that something to do a chore like dishwashing or cooking, something I’m not very excited about doing.

She likes my cooking, though. That’s some small gift. She’s sweet to me when I actually say aloud that I’ve had a bad day, instead of bottling it up inside.

I hope this doesn’t offend you. I hope you don’t think that I’m awful to my wife or that she is awful to me. These are just the things we deal with. They’re the things I’m going to talk about. As always, you don’t have to read it if you don’t want to.