“A friend came to my house for coffee, we sat down and talked about life. After a while I interrupted the conversation and said to him, ′′I’m going to wash the dishes, I’ll be right back.”
He looked at me like I told him he was going to build a spaceship. So he said to me with admiration and a little stumped, ′′Glad you help your wife, I rarely help mine because when I do she never thank me. Last week I washed the floor and she didn’t even tell me thank you.”
I sat back down with him again and explained to him that I don’t ′′help′′ my wife. Actually, my wife doesn’t need help, she needs a partner, a teammate. I’m her home partner… and due to that, all functions are divided, which is not “help” with household chores.
I don’t “help” my wife clean the house, because I also live in it and I need to clean it too.
I don’t “help” my wife cook, because I also want to eat and I need to cook too.
I don’t “help” her washing dishes after eating, because I use these dishes too.
I don’t “help” my wife with kids, because they are mine too and it’s my duty to be a father.
I don’t “help” my wife wash, extend, fold, and put away laundry, because it’s mine and my kids too.
I don’t give a “helping hand” at home, I’m part of it.
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