I work about 60 hours per week. But my wife of 20 years does nothing. She doesnt have a job. She doesnt cook. She does very little cleaning. She doesnt even shop properly for food for the home. I ask her to run an erand and I have to remind her every day for 3-4 weeks before she does it. She seems to find ways to lolligag from one useless preoccupation to another. Then when I come in the door in the evening and ask whats for dinner, she asks "What do you want?" (As if saying what I want would make it miraculously appear, fully cooked and ready to eat at that moment) At which point I can feel my blood vessels in my brain about to burst. She buys takeout about 5 nights per week. I pay the mortgage and insurance and car leases and the kids school and a salary for her widowed mother and the payments on a vacation home I bought for her mother, and on top of that, my wife spends about $1000 per week on random things she claims she needs. The kids rooms are a mess - I often find clothing store bags filled with unopened clothes and change in the bag, under piles of other dirty clothes in their closets. She refuses to direct the kids to do chores, and since she does so little the house is always a mess. She wont even replace burned out light bulbs so about half the bulbs in my house are burned out right now.
'Lolligag'?
Okay, unless you have a friend named Lolli, this post has officially lost my interest.
Let me guess, she has a huge rack, right? With an interesting array of spices, you say? Enthralling.
My cooking skills are limited to toast so she's undoubtedly better than I am. What does she, just buy a box of Sara Lee? You ever read the ingredients on the back of one of those? That company uses more chemicals than Raid.
The only reason for her not leaving the TV for twelve hours straight must've been a soap opera marathon on cable. Confront her.
That badly acted crap is like a slasher movie, one is defined by a body count and the other with a slap count. If a female in any soap opera at any time regardless of circumstances gets even remotely angry, the nearest male will get slapped. Mosquitoes must have nightmares about soap opera stars.
Since, by your expletives of choice I can only conclude you are Andy Rooney, I would say that unless you want to show up at the local Nursing Home's weekly hot tub party sitting in a Corvette honking at the biki-donned 90-year olds playing 'Guess what I forgot' I'd suggest appreciating the obvious trophy you have.
Peace.
1. Counseling
2. Divorce
KAPPOW
I use beer and wine to deal with it, to prevent myself from "losing it".
My wife does very little cleaning or cooking. When I get home from work the first thing I have to do is do the all the dishes, empty the dishwasher, empty the sink, clean up the kids rooms, clean up the cat-box, vacuum the floors, wash the floors, fold and put away laundry, start a load of laundry, tidy and arrange the kids stuff from school. Plus feed the cat.
If it's time to go to a sporting event with the kids, I have to dig through mountains of dirty clothes to find the kids sport jersey she didn't have the time or inclindation to put into the laundry basket.
Funny, she does the same thing, buys clothes and leaves them all over the house for weeks in the original bags.
She doesn't work, doesn't do laundry unless asked. Absolutely never does the dishes. Never cleans the catbox. She had a part time job she quit because it was too hard. Aaawww. poor baby.
I pay all the bills, do all the yardwork.
She "plays with the kids and socializes with her friends" to give the kids the "social time they need". Spends hours on the phone.
8 years of this now, I'm going nuts and take anti-depressants to deal with it.
I bring home all the income.
Welcome to the club !!
Now I'm paying for her and her brothers to fight to get a piece of her father's estate.
Well, at least all the work keeps me in shape, while she packs on the pounds doing nothing. Stay fit, dude, and watch her expand ha ha.