Some random thoughts:
I met my husband when I was 17 and he was 19. I was a senior in high school. Young, skinny, no worries, no kids, no job, carefree as you wanna be.
Men really do have this delusion that we will remain that same "kid" they met. Looking at him all dreamy and stuff. Whatever! I'm a 45 year old grown woman now. Kids, stressful job, household, AND caregiver to an ill husband. Ain't nobody got time for dreamy eyes!
We aren't in danger of divorce, but we've had to have some discussions about thangs. He understands that I'm not coming home to cook everyday. I used to try to do this back in my 20s and 30s. Youth had me crazy thinking I was superwoman.
In my "old" age, I learned to take care of me. Cooking was a huge sticking point, but he got over it and is still alive. Our compromise - he cooks the meat, I make the sides (if needed) when I get home. I'm better at it and the meat is what takes all the prep and cooking time.
I've been off for Christmas / New Years and have only cooked maybe 4 times. We ate out and ordered through Uber Eats. It was awesome! Dh had a few moments (nobody's perfect), but he let me have my time to really rest like I deserved.
We love each other, no doubt about that. However, I find myself nodding to most issues the ladies post.
That's all. Happy New Year ladies!