If there’s a thing that doesn’t have to be done right (not that I am conceding there is any such thing), why does it have to be done at all?
Or as my ex would say, “I’ll do everything— MY way, of course – and YOU can pay for everything.”
There’s never time to do it right; there’s always time to do it over.
It’s amazing how quickly X decided she had to do clothes washing, loading the dishwasher, paying the bills, how quickly she forgot cleaning her cat litter box, cleaning up inside the house.
May 31, 2017