My wife wrote the following, and I need help reading between the lines. What do you think I should think?
My husband is a scholar, not a handyman or Tradesmen. I knew that when I married him and I have no right to complain when things aren’t always maintained around the house as I might like. After all, I fell in love with my eloquent Cicero with an Oklahoman accent, not ‘Tim The Tool Man’. I longed for a man who liked to delve deep into heavy tomes, not deep into the electrical wiring of our house.
I know I have no right to be annoyed that our upstairs toilet has been broken for over six weeks now, but of course I’m not counting. There is also the towel rack that came loose out of the wall. That was almost six months ago, but again, I don’t keep track of those things. I have no right to be irked that there are weeds growing in the backyard that are so tall my daughter asked if they were palm trees. I have no right to be frustrated that I have whole walls that desperately need painting due to the artistic experimentation of my two year old.
Okay, maybe I am just a wee bit annoyed. The problem is that I know it is not a matter of ability for my husband to take care of these tiresome household chores. He can play painter, gardener, or fix-it guy if he absolutely has to. Where we differ is our understanding of when he absolutely has to. Obviously, he doesn’t feel like that time has yet arrived.
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I probably won’t be posting for a few days. There are a few things around the house that I need to get done.