Marital Bliss

So the Geordie posted something on my facebook last month and it got me thinking about how society has changed and the demands on the sexes from the turn of this century right back to the turn of the last century.

(And No, the Geordie has not sprung a philosophical side, it was comical.)

So, when I lived with now ex boyfriend, the demands were minimal, and so we existed in a sort of neutral cold war (well we didn’t, and that’s why we split up, but the philosophy was there).

Himself:

• Pick up his pants off the floor and ensure they make their way to the washing bin.
• Empty the dishwasher rather than just take the bits out he needed.
• Remember to turn off the heater in the lounge after Xbox gaming or risk burning the house down.
• Empty the bins.
• Empty the cat litter.

Me

• Do most of the other things.

For a while we lived in harmony. I didn’t actually mind doing most other things, as long as I didn’t have to get bin juice on my slippers or scoop the little devils poop. After a while though the cracks begun to show and I would get cross that he hadn’t thought to just empty the dishwasher, or take the clean washing in off the line when it rained.

I thought that was bad. (it was bad, the daily living of it was essentially what caused the rifts) but I didn’t have a clue!

Exhibit a

To be honest, the husband one is OK. Shut drawers and cupboards after you have opened them, be courteous and polite to wife; fine. Although I think that if any boyfriend of mine inisited on reading their newspaper outloud to me I would have to roll it up and swat them with it. please don’t bother my inner calm with what the sun has to say this weekend, thank you very much!

Exhibit b.

I would be a useless wife in the 1930s. My first point is asks the husbands thoughts before making a purchase. Wow. Probably never would do that. I don’t know how to darn a sock and I often wear nail varnish. Such a harlot!