Anonymous wrote:Well, sorry to add to the nagging, but I wouldn't consider sweeping it off to the side to be "cleaning it up". Though your wife's reaction is clearly a problem as well. Sounds like some counseling may be in order.
Anonymous wrote:I'm so sorry, OP. That's a super hurtful thing for her to say.
Here's the thing. I'm a single mom of a toddler, and I often get a lot of, "wow, how do you do it" responses from folks when I relate that info. I always smile and say something innocuous like, "how does anyone do it? Wow, your kid's cute too!", or something like that. But the truth is that compared to lots (not all, but most) of my married friends, my life is easier. Not logistically, and not time-wise. But conflict-wise. I clean up after myself and my toddler, that's it. I shop for the two of us, I make decisions that go unquestioned, I clean the house and it stays that way until I mess it up again. To hear most of my friends talk, their days are a never-ending treadmill of cleaning, working, child-rearing, then retreating to a bedroom where the partner who usually hasn't done the lion's share of those things is all, "so, we gonna have sex?"
Honestly, I don't mind sleeping alone at this point in my life because caring for the physical and emotional needs of anyone besides myself and my child right now seems almost impossible. And marriage, from what I can tell, absolutely requires attention to those issues. Combine the grind of the early childhood years with that need and you've got two very contrasting forces.
From what I can tell, folks that make through these early years and take the time to work on the marriage when it starts to break down will do well. By the time those kids are in school, you may have time for each other. But you have to make it until then.
Some giant bee flew in your DW's bonnet and that's where that comment came from. Completely out of line, but not the biggest issue here. Maybe she feels like one of my friends who does almost everything in the house and works full time as well. When we go to parties they all look like happy couples but the ones who confide in me tell me a very different story about how things are on the inside. I'm privately rooting for most of them and hope they make it through, but it will take work. Talk to her about what work you guys need to do. I wish you the best.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:If it weren't for the fact that we didn't have a popcorn incident, I'd wonder if this were my husband posting. For me, it's that whenever I ask him for help for something around the house, he takes the laziest, most half-ass route to get himself just barely within some definition of having done what I asked him to do, but the reality is that I end up having to redo whatever I ask him to do because it's causing more problems than he solved. It's incredibly frustrating to feel like you have one more child, rather than a partner.
Sweeping popcorn off the steps and into the grass/mulch is exactly the kind of thing he would do to save himself the effort of getting a dustpan and putting the popcorn into the trash. Then I would end up out there cleaning it up properly so we didn't attract insects/rodent (or look like "those neighbors" with trash all over their lawn), and he'd wonder why I wasn't in the mood for sex that evening. The only difference is that I don't so thoroughly loathe him that I would say something like that in front of the kids.
You are me.
Anonymous wrote:If it weren't for the fact that we didn't have a popcorn incident, I'd wonder if this were my husband posting. For me, it's that whenever I ask him for help for something around the house, he takes the laziest, most half-ass route to get himself just barely within some definition of having done what I asked him to do, but the reality is that I end up having to redo whatever I ask him to do because it's causing more problems than he solved. It's incredibly frustrating to feel like you have one more child, rather than a partner.
Sweeping popcorn off the steps and into the grass/mulch is exactly the kind of thing he would do to save himself the effort of getting a dustpan and putting the popcorn into the trash. Then I would end up out there cleaning it up properly so we didn't attract insects/rodent (or look like "those neighbors" with trash all over their lawn), and he'd wonder why I wasn't in the mood for sex that evening. The only difference is that I don't so thoroughly loathe him that I would say something like that in front of the kids.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:If it weren't for the fact that we didn't have a popcorn incident, I'd wonder if this were my husband posting. For me, it's that whenever I ask him for help for something around the house, he takes the laziest, most half-ass route to get himself just barely within some definition of having done what I asked him to do, but the reality is that I end up having to redo whatever I ask him to do because it's causing more problems than he solved. It's incredibly frustrating to feel like you have one more child, rather than a partner.
Sweeping popcorn off the steps and into the grass/mulch is exactly the kind of thing he would do to save himself the effort of getting a dustpan and putting the popcorn into the trash. Then I would end up out there cleaning it up properly so we didn't attract insects/rodent (or look like "those neighbors" with trash all over their lawn), and he'd wonder why I wasn't in the mood for sex that evening. The only difference is that I don't so thoroughly loathe him that I would say something like that in front of the kids.
You are me.
Anonymous wrote:If it weren't for the fact that we didn't have a popcorn incident, I'd wonder if this were my husband posting. For me, it's that whenever I ask him for help for something around the house, he takes the laziest, most half-ass route to get himself just barely within some definition of having done what I asked him to do, but the reality is that I end up having to redo whatever I ask him to do because it's causing more problems than he solved. It's incredibly frustrating to feel like you have one more child, rather than a partner.
Sweeping popcorn off the steps and into the grass/mulch is exactly the kind of thing he would do to save himself the effort of getting a dustpan and putting the popcorn into the trash. Then I would end up out there cleaning it up properly so we didn't attract insects/rodent (or look like "those neighbors" with trash all over their lawn), and he'd wonder why I wasn't in the mood for sex that evening. The only difference is that I don't so thoroughly loathe him that I would say something like that in front of the kids.
Anonymous wrote:She wanted you to pick it up because it is a choking hazard.