12-02-2016, 12:23 PM
Trust me, it's about balancing things just right so as not fight about something so lame, while being part of the family unit and not coming across as a weak male biotch.
I read the same stuff you did. My brother-in-law is that guy, and after only a year of marriage, the cracks are already starting to appear. "The perfect couple," isn't so perfect. I don't trust relationships that don't ever argue or fight. It means someone's a doormat, resentments build up, whereas a good fight here and there deals with issues and teaches you to overcome adversity as a couple, and also forgiveness. You find out that fighting isn't going to destroy you, you can face your issues, and evolve. He's the doormat, Mr. Clean, the "Yes Man." He just doesn't have a clue that he's taking the plug out of my sister-in-law's gina juice canister, and letting the supply go dry each and every time he placates her. It's no wonder her eyes wonder my way anytime I'm around. She knows I don't take shit just to eat it - that I'm a whole, independent man.
My wife's pregnant. She needs a little help. She tried to say she'd do the dishes (which I thought about, and that meant I'd be organizing mail, and sorting the crap all over the counters). I flipped it and said, "I think if you want my help today I'll do the dishes while you figure out something to do with that indecipherable mess on the counters."
I read the same stuff you did. My brother-in-law is that guy, and after only a year of marriage, the cracks are already starting to appear. "The perfect couple," isn't so perfect. I don't trust relationships that don't ever argue or fight. It means someone's a doormat, resentments build up, whereas a good fight here and there deals with issues and teaches you to overcome adversity as a couple, and also forgiveness. You find out that fighting isn't going to destroy you, you can face your issues, and evolve. He's the doormat, Mr. Clean, the "Yes Man." He just doesn't have a clue that he's taking the plug out of my sister-in-law's gina juice canister, and letting the supply go dry each and every time he placates her. It's no wonder her eyes wonder my way anytime I'm around. She knows I don't take shit just to eat it - that I'm a whole, independent man.
My wife's pregnant. She needs a little help. She tried to say she'd do the dishes (which I thought about, and that meant I'd be organizing mail, and sorting the crap all over the counters). I flipped it and said, "I think if you want my help today I'll do the dishes while you figure out something to do with that indecipherable mess on the counters."
