Is It Really About The Dirty Dishes?
There are defined moments when I realized something needed to change. One of those moments, was a fight about dirty dishes. It was a weekday evening and I had just gotten home from a very long 10 second commute from my office. I opened the door and there it was-- a small pile of dirty dishes. I felt my face turn hot, my hands turn to fists, and my jaw clench. I went in search of the offender, my husband. I found him relaxing in his office, which led to me become even more mad. Why was he relaxing when it was his turn to do dishes and clearly they were not done?! His response was something along the lines of “I’ll get to them before bedtime.” I was in disbelief. So, I said: “That is not how you’re supposed to do things! There is an order! Didn’t your parents teach you that you take care of your responsibilities first and then relax?” And his response shocked me. I was literally speechless. He said: “They did, but I decided that didn’t work for me. So, I decided to do things ...