O Hello, Resentment
Guys, I am starting to have a major issue. I am starting to find that every time I realize something needs cleaned, or I go to clean something, I feel resentful toward Fiancé.
Lately I will just not do the dishes or will eventually ask him to do them, of which he will get around to doing. But, that isnât as much of an issue anymore. It is other things that I finding myself getting really upset about.
Scrubbing the bathtub.
Dusting.
Sweeping.
Cleaning the toilet.
Washing the bedding.
Cleaning the sinks.
Washing the counters.
Cleaning the floors.
Him not painting the molding against the bookshelf (meaning I still havenât unpacked numerous boxes because they all go on the bookshelf. It has been 4 months since I have been here).
Not helping me take empty boxes down to our basement space.
And what happens if we ever get in a fight? I bring this all up. It has even gotten to the point where he knows I will bring it up and/or that I am always upset/nagging him about it. I have even tried to talk to him about the fact that he doesn’t help around the house, but he always gets really defensive. Or, in the case of painting the molding, he always says he will do it tonight or next weekend, but never does. I have even asked, numerous times, for him to just tell me what I have to do (because it needs sealed first) and I will do it myself. Does he? No.
Why canât he just clean? Why doesnât he just help me out, and then I would be a lot nicer to him? Why do I even have to ask him?
It is getting to the point where I am about to go on strike. Cook your own food. Live in filth. And no sexy times of any nature until he does more than just empty and load the dishwasher.
Except I am fearful of doing âLive in filthâ because I know it wonât bother him. Please help me. Any advice at all and I will be forever be indebted to you.
Dusting.
Sweeping.
Cleaning the toilet.
Washing the bedding.
Cleaning the sinks.
Washing the counters.
Cleaning the floors.
Him not painting the molding against the bookshelf (meaning I still havenât unpacked numerous boxes because they all go on the bookshelf. It has been 4 months since I have been here).
Not helping me take empty boxes down to our basement space.
I’m Sorry
*Does the walk of shame*
Hi. I know, I know, Iâm sorry. Itâs been awhile, how was your Thanksgiving? Hopefully well.
I promise I can explain. You know how I got sick? Well, it just wouldnât go away. To the point where all I did everyday was lay on the couch, watch television or netflix, and not eat that much.
I know. I am as surprised as you are. In fact, I still have a mild cough. Ugh.
I also was at my sisterâs house for Thanksgiving, three hours away. And frankly, the adorable 4 month old cuteness of my nephew will always beat out this blog.
No worries, though. When I returned home today I found out that FiancĂ© went pee in the toilet yesterday morning, before leaving, and didnât flush it. So I came home to pee in the toilet. Yay.
This obviously means Iâm not short on material.
It Wasnât Me
Anyone remember this song?
Well, apparently, it is FiancĂ©âs new saying. As if it was 2001 and I didnât hear it enough then.
WHY DID YOU EAT MY REESEâS CUP?!
It wasnât me.
OMG! You got me sick!!
It wasnât me.
O really, then who was it?
Jeremy*
What is so hard about flushing the toilet?
It wasnât me.
Is it really so hard to put your glass in the sink, let alone the dishwasher?
It wasnât me.
Perhaps I should just take it back a few more years and reply to him with, âGirls just wanna have fun!â
*Jeremy is our live-in ghost. A blog about him will come soon enough.
It wasnât me.
It wasnât me.
O really, then who was it?
Jeremy*
It wasnât me.
It wasnât me.