Is getting sick, and my wife telling me to just “suck it up and stop acting like a baby”. How frustrating is that?! I baby the crap outta her when she’s sick. Wait on her hand and foot. When I’m sick? I gotta get everything myself and “man up”, despite having a fever and bad chills. I remember the last time I was really really sick, coincidentally, was on Mother’s Day. Had a fever of 103.5 and literally passed out. Took a 3 hour, much much needed nap (our daughter had been keeping me fairly sleep deprived and I was averaging 4 hours of broken sleep per night). I still get crap about this even to this very day.
Ever since I have been frequenting this sub, I’ve been noticing the discrepancies between myself and my wife and just men in general. Just this morning I was showing her the post on here about “visual representation of equality”. A picture depicting two restroom doors; one labeled “WOMEN “ and one labeled “UNISEX”. I showed it to my wife and she didn’t see what the problem was. Also, I told my wife about the BS #metoo movement banning the song “Baby it’s cold outside “. She agreed it was a song that could be violating women’s rights and depicts a man trying to take advantage of a woman. Fucking hell.
[+]AdamP00l1 points [recovered] (4 children) | Copy Link
Looks like you have a toxic wife.
Doesn't like you being sick ? Tell her to "suck it up" and act like a woman : cooking, cleaming and taking care of you and the children. When shit hits the fan, point out the double standards she hypocritically demonstrated.
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Maybe you're equally the problem. She tells you to act like a man and all you do is curb the back. Don't ask things. Affirm what she has to do. She can't complain for you 'maning it up'
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Last week I was hanging X-mas lights on the front porch standing on a folding metal chair. I went to zip strip the end of the lights to the top of the one support pole and before I knew what happened the chair flew out from underneath me and I was on my back on concrete.
My wife heard me fall, but her ass never left the couch to check and make sure I was OK. She said that she yelled "Are you OK?" and heard me cursing, then later when I was teasing her, the story now is I answered her, but I never did.
The next night I asked her if she would hold the ladder for me while I hung up a wreath on one of the peaks. That was too much trouble for her too, had to do it myself, almost fell again with a fucking zip strip.
I help her with, I shit you not, over 50% of the household chores. and every few weeks get told I'm not doing enough.
When I'm doing yard work, taking out the trash, getting the decorations from the attic / hanging the decorations, fixing the snowblower, etc. You know if is there with me helping? No one, except the dog. I've learned to to a lot of things where people were amazed how I did it all by myself.
Now reading all of that you probably think it pisses me off? Honestly it used to, now IDGAF.
I do what needs to be done around the house for myself, no one else. I don't do it anymore because I was a good boy who now needs to be rewarded with sex where a blow up doll would show more enthusiasm. That is what I got when I got butt hurt and she could sense it, when I was doing it with the intent that now I should get laid that night.
When you truly understand what I saw (not my words, but whoever wrote it I understand what they mean 100%) and posted a few days ago here:
I saw this post on another sub, its the honest brutal truth:
Reminder : No One Cares
There is a long story to my life. But the lesson from it is “ no one cares”
People only see what you are now.
They don’t care that you grew up poor as shit
They only see the nice car and house
They don’t care about the risks you took.
They only see the winnings.
They don’t care whether you had to literally try to overcome a crippling physical impairment.
They only see you as you are now.
They don’t see your struggles, your addictions ( for you drinkers and druggies ).
They don’t care about your anxiety or that your Mom or Dad or whatever set you up for failure despite or because of good intentions.
There are no points for working hard or trying hard.
Your wife doesn’t care. Your kid doesn’t care.
Your dog may care though.
So for those of you who still think that you deserve a thing because you worked hard-
No one gives a shit. They can’t. Not in a way that will matter to you.
So go forth and make your own plan and your own mission and be your own judge.
No one will ever know how hard you worked for it. And if they do?
Those aren’t chips you can cash in.
I promise there is a story to this.
What it is doesn’t matter.
What matters is what you did today to make your life what you want it to be.
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