Evidence #1: The Mystery of How Laundry Happens
I was told early on in our engagement that I should staunchly refuse to do any housework or compromise my slovenly ways– at least this is how I interpreted warnings that I shouldn’t overcommit myself to certain tasks because men are like Chinese finger traps and once you give an inch you are NEVER getting it back.
Because of this, we still do our laundry separately. The only exception are whites because I wear the same five outfits over and over and don’t have enough to make a full load. So every Sunday I dig out his white socks and undershirts to launder with my own, then dump them in a clean-but-wrinkled pile at the foot of the bed so he can spend the next five days putting them away.
All this time I thought that having me wash his whites = a bonus to him getting to be married to me— But as we did pre-travel laundry for our trip to Ecuador, I noticed him throwing his whites in with the rest of his clothes.
“Wait,” I said. “You don’t want your whites to get all dingy.”
“No it’s cool. I always wash them together and they’re still super white.”
All this time he had no idea I was the source of the clean clothes that keep showing up on his side of the bed. [Read more…]
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