Being woman

Single people have the same chores as couples. Might not be to the same degree or density, but all the same chores nonetheless. 

In addition to Being women

I’ve been married. He didn’t help me with anything. I worked full time. I cleaned the house. I did the laundry. I cooked. He wouldn’t even go to the grocery store without me. On top of that he criticized my hair, my art (which by the way is how we met) and he nonstop criticized the fact I love to knit. I’m bad at it. But I love knitting. He was however good at building things, his things, he would only build things for himself.

We’ve all seen that one guy, that one girl, and wondered, HOW did he get her? HOW did she get him. The answer is simple, they didn’t want to be alone anymore. 

Solitary confinement is punishment. 

I believed being married to this man would better both our lives. I was wrong. I picked the wrong guy. Won’t do that again!

You don’t have to be married to be in love. 

You get married for the promise of making each other’s lives better. It’s a contract.

I don’t understand how a couple struggles to have the same things I have. I’m single. You’re a couple. You should have twice more than me. If you don’t, someone needs to lose the anchor. 

Where I am now is a GIANT step towards better quality of life than being married to that man. But still, it’s only just a step forward. 

If I cleaned the house and did the laundry, and he went grocery shopping and fixed the handle on the bathtub, which are things that single people encounter FYI, it would make life SOOOOO much easier. It would give us time to do other things, fun things, together and apart.

How can you argue this?

Gimme a man with a truck and a tool belt!