But I wasn’t going to sit around watching Sports Center while my wife scrubbed toilets, and vacuumed floors, and dusted furniture, and wiped down bathroom vanities. And the second key part: We brought our baby boy home from the hospital and if you’re anything like me, it was VERY surreal and every minute afterward for several months, you’re like: But my wife wasn’t like me at all. The health and wellbeing of her and my little son rested entirely on her being the best mother possible. Many sons grow up hero-worshipping, or at least modeling behavior after, their fathers. You can subscribe to this blog by scrolling annoyingly far to the bottom left-hand corner of this page and inserting your email address under “Follow Blog via Email.” You can also follow MBTTTR on Twitter and Facebook.She talked to lots of other moms and prepared herself for some of the challenges of caring for newborns. The ones Seth Rogan didn’t want to read in I wasn’t asking my wife to boss me around. And instead of putting in the work to support those efforts the best I could, I totally abandoned her to do all the “baby work” alone, while I sat around daydreaming of the future when I would be throwing the football around with him in the backyard. Dad watches sports on TV, and does “man chores,” and probably makes most of the money. Keeping track of what he needs every day, and for coming school days, and managing my calendar to make sure I’m where I need to be on his behalf. She felt like my mom because I never took the initiative to identify the needs of our son nor the needs of the household, and then set up whatever personal system I needed in order to take care of stuff.
Your mom probably doesn’t want to have sex with you. Depending on who you ask, I’m either a genius who saves marriages, or a huge pussy whose wife actually left—not because of dishes—but because I’m a huge pussy.
You may be aware of this, and are already super-sick of hearing about it (just like I am), but I wrote a post called which several million people read.
Because no matter how many times you sarcastically remind your wife that she’s not your mother and you wish she’d stop acting like it, she often like your mother. And, gone unchecked, a precursor to the death of your marriage.
But for your marriage’s sake, being aware of this general reality is helpful.
I don’t know to what extent incestuous relationships’ taboo classification is a byproduct of biological trial-and-error and documented birth defects, or is something culturally driven, and everyone just sort of looked around at one another and agreed: The reason isn’t important.
A bunch of guys developed heartburn over a particular passage, and even though close to 100-percent of them will never read this, I’ll selfishly feel better having addressed—and hopefully, clarified—my stance. From the “dishes” post: “But I remember my wife often saying how exhausting it was for her to have to tell me what to do all the time.
It’s why the sexiest thing a man can say to his partner is ‘I got this,’ and then take care of whatever needs taken care of.“But I remember my wife often saying how exhausting it was for her to have to tell me what to do all the time.
It’s why the sexiest thing a man can say to his partner is ‘I got this,’ and then take care of whatever needs taken care of.” This does NOT mean, every day of my life, my wife bossed me around.
It does not mean I awaited her daily instruction on how I could be her little man-servant and cater to her every whim.