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2015-02-11 00:38:55 (UTC)

Oh, the life of a martyr

My poor poor wife. Her life is so hard.

As we are getting ready for bed I go into the kitchen to finish loading the dishwasher and wipe down the kitchen.

As I am starting the dishwasher the wife come in and tells me to pause it. Like a good little boy, I do as told.

She unhooks the water from the dishwasher and starts to hand wash a frying pan that I had left on the stove. It was late, so I was going to leave it until tomorrow to wash.

I asked why she was washing the pan, i wss going to grt it tomorrow. Her reply was thst she uses it evrry day to make her pancakes. And that she was getting tired of having to was it in the morning. She then went on about how I continually leave it for the next day and she is tired of having to wash it.

I didn't respond. I judt went about trying to finish with the clean up. I start to tie up the trash bag so I can take it out and she tells me that she will get that tomorrow. That she would jave taken care of it the day before but it wasn't very full then. I told her I had it covered. I have been keeping track. She has taken out the trash once in the last two weeks. But I say nothing. It's late and I don't feel like an argument.

I come nack in from taking othe trash out and she's wiping down the counters.

It is so tiring putting up with her self imposed martyrdom.




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