Mutual Pants

My husband gets a lot of flack for being "whipped" from his friends and coworkers. He calls me before he makes any purchase over $100, because I take care of the finances. He cleans. He does laundry. He cares for G. He makes dinner if he gets home first. He grocery shops.

Wow, what an asshole.

What I would like to impress upon these "friends" (who are either 60 years old, divorced, or never married) is that this is 2015, and B and I are PARTNERS. 65 years ago, the man worked and the woman stayed home with the children and had dinner on the table when he got home, with a sparkling house and a smile plastered on her perfect face. (If this is you, no judgement. It just wouldn't work for us because I curse too much.) We both graduated college and have full-time jobs, therefore we both do domestic chores. We discuss large purchases. We both clean. We both do laundry. We both care for G. We both make dinner. We both split and stack wood. The only reason I take care of the finances is because I am a titch obsessive, and seeing that man's system for bill pay made me itch.

Mutual pants-wearing, people.

I am incredibly lucky to have a husband who is also my partner in life, one who lets me be myself. Neither of us has the "edge" over the other. Perhaps these men just don't understand how a less-traditional partnership works, but their ignorance burns my ass all the same. I guess I don't like to be portrayed as this huge controlling bitch for simply being my husband's equal.

And you know what? Maybe he's lucky, too.

[Insert middle finger and expletive here, motherfucker.]