The day I ran out of sympathy.
A year or three into the marriage, two babies, a job, housework, laundry, etc. and Fang got into the habit of pulling off his socks as he sat in front of the TV, dropping them beside the chair. He didn't help get supper on the table. Didn't clear up or wash a dish. Didn't do laundry. Complained... Sign in to see full entry.