I hate to wash dishes. Hate it. Hate to touch the water, stick my hands in dishsoap, hate to dry them, put them away and organize them. But I am an adult. I decided to be a homemaker. Washings dishes is part of the deal. I could concentrate on the yucky slimy water, and the time I soaked the dishes for an hour and come back and stuck my hand in to squeeze out the dishrag that turned out to be a dead mouse. Or I can say, hmmm, I want this marriage, he hates dirty dishes, I hate the mess more than I hate washing them. I could not wash them, hire someone to wash them, or do it with the most loving and grateful heart for someone that I love. Again if my husband is hungry, I cannot see myself sitting there looking through some cookbooks at stuff I know he would like to eat and say...Yeah, this stuff looks good to me too. But yanno, I don't really care if you are hungry. I am not hungry, so go somewhere else to eat. You go to work every day, even when you don't want to...don't feel like it. Maybe you decide you want to just lay around and surf all day. In your soul of souls you are a surfer...I say, too late....you made your choice. Be glad you have a job and someone to share your life with. So, my question to you is, and maybe more to her, is that you love this person, you committed to this person, and love is an ACTION not a feeling so why not be giving and loving? How would you not want to give pleasure to someone you love? She seems to like cuddling with you, sharing affection. Is she telling you that only her feelings count in this matter?
Arguing with reality is like trying to teach a cat to bark—hopeless. (Byron Katie)
