When we first started living together, our agreement was that he would do the cooking and the laundry. He never did the laundry and wasn't much of a cook. I am not either so I was delighted when he said he would do the cooking because he liked it.
Turns out he thought he might like it but discovered that he didn't. He would often get me to make a large batch of something (ie: pasta sauce) then feed me pasta every night for 3 or 4 nights and pat himself on the back for making dinner. At one point he started giving me toast and pickles for nights on end. No -- not joking. Even his s would ask me if I would make his scrambled eggs or the Kraft Dinner because I did it better than h! It didn't bother me though. Things like that made me laugh.
I realize that you are only reading negative things but as most of our talk is about his MLC, it is negative. When he was the man I married prior to 2006, I was very happy and content even if his lack of help around the house really pissed me off.
You wrote that your h would help when you were guests elsewhere so at least he recognized that something needed to be done. I can't even say that! My h even thought that I was anal because I cleaned before guests came over to the house and I once caught him secretly asking his SIL and sister if they cleaned before they had the family over. They thought he was nuts!
He was a terrible slob and after he "cleaned" his bathroom I would wait until he was out and do it again with bleach. He would come home and see the difference and say "thanks baby but stay out of my bathroom!"
His slovenly habits aside, he made me laugh and I loved that. I liked that he was active and not a couch potato. I liked that he liked my company and thought I was smart. I liked that he wasn't too kissy-huggy because I don't like to be mauled too much. I liked that he wasn't jealous and we trusted each other completely. I loved that we took my mother somewhere every summer and he never complained or even rolled his eyes when she came out of her hotel room without her shoes. I loved that no matter what I looked like when I rolled out of bed with the flu or something he still thought I was beautiful. I loved that I was completely confident in our future together.
Still working on the weight. Got my final STD test result today -- no HPV! -- and am going to celebrate with apple pie.
