- Oct 19, 2000
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In the 7 years my wife and I have been in a relationship, she has been able to domesticate me more than I ever thought possible. I pick up after myself in every room of the house besides my personal office/computer room. I take my used dishes from the living room to the sink when I'm finished with them. I ALWAYS put the toilet seat down, and clean it if I piss on the rim. I clean up any hairs on the sink after shaving, I also dry up any puddles caused by my splashing.
I take off my shoes so as not to get the carpet dirty, and have been for a year now. I've started making sure my socks are turned right-side out so doing the laundry is quicker for her. I turn off lights in rooms that I'm not using. I close the closet doors every morning before leaving for work so the dog doesn't get into our dirty laundry and spread it across the house (why he does this, I'll never know). I close the bathroom door every morning before leaving for work so the dog doesn't drag toilet paper all over the house.
I've started using the laundry basket in the closet for my dirty clothes, instead of the bedroom floor. I straighten the sheets/blanket for her on most nights when we are getting ready for bed and she is brushing her teeth. I try to remember to brush my teeth before I go to bed. I now wear black dress socks instead of white with my black shoes. I cut the yard in a timely fashion 90% of the time, I also water her flowers for her every now and then because she forgets.
Hell, she's even gotten me to start ironing my clothes somewhat. I barely knew what an iron was until we moved in together 4 years ago, and only started using it recently.
These are all things that she's "taught" me to do over the years. Yet, this morning, I get the angry mood, throwing clothes, and look of death when I had thrown my pj's on the closet floor next to the hamper.....on TOP of her belts that she regularly keeps in the floor at all times. God forbid she have to set them aside to look for a belt....nope, she's pissed that anything at all is on her mess of belts on the floor, and proceeds to huff and puff and throw my pj's into the dark recesses of the closet, which I'll now need to fish out tonight. If it's not one thing, it's always another.
I swear, women are never happy.
I take off my shoes so as not to get the carpet dirty, and have been for a year now. I've started making sure my socks are turned right-side out so doing the laundry is quicker for her. I turn off lights in rooms that I'm not using. I close the closet doors every morning before leaving for work so the dog doesn't get into our dirty laundry and spread it across the house (why he does this, I'll never know). I close the bathroom door every morning before leaving for work so the dog doesn't drag toilet paper all over the house.
I've started using the laundry basket in the closet for my dirty clothes, instead of the bedroom floor. I straighten the sheets/blanket for her on most nights when we are getting ready for bed and she is brushing her teeth. I try to remember to brush my teeth before I go to bed. I now wear black dress socks instead of white with my black shoes. I cut the yard in a timely fashion 90% of the time, I also water her flowers for her every now and then because she forgets.
Hell, she's even gotten me to start ironing my clothes somewhat. I barely knew what an iron was until we moved in together 4 years ago, and only started using it recently.
These are all things that she's "taught" me to do over the years. Yet, this morning, I get the angry mood, throwing clothes, and look of death when I had thrown my pj's on the closet floor next to the hamper.....on TOP of her belts that she regularly keeps in the floor at all times. God forbid she have to set them aside to look for a belt....nope, she's pissed that anything at all is on her mess of belts on the floor, and proceeds to huff and puff and throw my pj's into the dark recesses of the closet, which I'll now need to fish out tonight. If it's not one thing, it's always another.
I swear, women are never happy.
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