Oh, I'm Mr. Mom with our daughters. I'm probably more involved with them than W is. I get them up and dressed, feed them breakfast, then drop them off at school. W picks them up, and when I get home, I usually cook dinner for the family. I do most of the shopping, laundry, etc. Plus any chores/repairs around the house.
I know expectations are dangerous, but so is just stumbling along. Life is short.
It's as if she's fine with me as long as there's no deep emotional talks etc, or physical affection involved. Then she can't handle it.
