Fuckin’ Freak
Usually I feel better after seeing my therapist, but not today. I told her about my issue with the dishes and she said (as many of you did):

“Why didn’t you just ask him to help?”
Me: Um, because I have issues?
I interpreted the look on her face to be: “Yeah, I’ll say.”

She did, however, remind me that I have to pick a partner who is "right" in the areas that are of most importance to me (duh). Obviously, nobody is perfect; God knows least of all me. So, if helping around the house is top priority for me, then Mike, a very “guy’s guy,” (as was FB…why I can’t I be sexually attracted to metros?) may not be the one. But Mike is sensitive in a lot of other ways, so…

Then I thought maybe I focused so much on the division of labor in my marriage because I wasn’t getting any other kind of emotional satisfaction from FB.

Or maybe I’m just a bitter, selfish woman with a hard heart who will surely end up alone because, as Dr. M reminded me, “Jamie didn’t leave Sophie. He left you.”*

FUCK!

*This comment was actually within the context of a conversation on a separate issue (i.e. not “the dishes”) and wasn’t quite as harsh as it appears here. Quite.