I guess if I'm his wife - in the full sense of the word and not a mere legal technicality - I'm fine with doing his laundry. But if I'm not, it's a dam% friggen big piece of cake I've just handed him. See, if we don't stay together, I'm not going to resent the cooking or the cleaning. But darn it, I'm going to resent doing his laundry. I wonder why laundry seems so much more personal and intimate somehow than cooking? Is it the whole underwear thing?
No, it's not the underwear thing. Your fear kicked in. You were adding up all the things you are doing and not minding. Once the thought that you wouldn't be his wife crept in you got scared and sunk. You need that faith to walk across the water. Give with both hands and your whole heart. No regrets. You are handling it.
Cheers
M22,H45,W45 S21/18D12 Retain faith that you will prevail in the end, regardless of the difficulties and at the same time confront the most brutal facts of your current reality, whatever they might be.
