My dad always washed his socks himself. He thought they were personal items, and he would humiliate my mother if he made her fuss with them. He made sure his socks and underwear were clean and neat.
Things were different in my family – my husband wasn’t going to wash his socks. He thought there was no point in washing them by hand, and that anyone could throw them in the machine and then spread them out on the radiator.
That’s how we lived. But one day I missed the moment when my lover ran out of clean socks. And he made it my fault!
Socks have not been darned for a long time, because it is much easier to buy new ones. If I see in the wash socks with huge holes, I immediately send them to the trash. Only it turned out that he does not have a lot of whole socks.
– If the socks had been put back, I would have washed them. I don’t have to wander around the house and look in all the corners. Dirty things should be in the laundry basket! – I countered his complaint.
– It’s your job to make sure I have clean and ironed clothes.
It turns out that his socks are my problem. Except that no one made me aware of this division of duties.
