by all means guys, leave your hashmarked underwear on the bathroom floor and your dry skin filled socks on the coffee table, stop off for “a drink” on the way home, don’t eat what your wife made for dinner, but cook something different and leave the dishes overnight to crust up for her to clean.
Complain vociferously about the VISA every month, too, but never lift a finger to go get the groceries or put them away. Leave the leaves on the lawn til it dies and complain when the driveway is full of snow when you get home from work.
Never take your wife out but manage to do all the “team building” garbage at work that involves “firm conferences” in Vegas and taking the secretaries out at night.
Uh huh, what a great man you must be.
Men who neglect their wives in anything close to the way you described are asking for trouble. I’m so glad to see that we agree.
“Uh huh, what a great man you must be.” I detect a note of sarcasm, even a personal attack. Maybe I should describe a shrewish harridan, and then suggest that’s what you are. That would be a display of “logic” equal to yours. Or we could just cut to the chase and call each other names.