How dare you ask that? That's "abuse".
That is the answer I would get a couple of years ago when she was neck deep with a feminist "therapist". The house was a mess as the cleaning lady could only dust her piles of "stuff" all over the house. Dinner was often at 9:00 PM. Of course, it was all my fault as I was always "angry". Gee, I wonder why?
Then I got myself a divorce lawyer and had to go 60 miles out of our left-wing, tofu-eating, chrystal-channeling Pacific Northwest town to find a marriage counsellor that did not ask you how your Inner Child was.
I had reached the point where I was asking myself:
"O.K. My family loses everything in Cuba. We come to this country. My father, who used to be a hospital administrator of the largest hospital in Havana, has to drive a taxi to put food on the table for years before he dies of cancer leaving me fatherless and broke at age 16 but with a good Jesuit education. I work like a dog and give up my 20's to get an M.D., give up my 30's to become a specialist and give up my 40's to pay 6-figures in Federal income taxes for what?........ So that this American-born spoiled brat of Democrat parents can whine about what a tough life she has and wallow in her victimhood?"
So, I gave her 90 days after we started counselling to either shape up or go our separate ways.
Now, two years later, I must admit, she has made a 120 degree (not yet 180 degree) turn.
The mess in the house is almost gone. Dinner is now at a reasonable time and the word "abuse" has not crossed her lips in 20 months.
Last night she said she had had trouble sleeping for several days and I got a rain check.
So, things are much better now than they were 2 years ago.
However, sometimes the old resentment of the old feminazi days still surfaces and it spills out as it did in my post.
She just called. Dinner is ready and it is 7:18 Pacific Time.
Life is definitely better.