In order to help the greater good, I’ll give you a peek into my marriage and see exactly what we’re doing wrong so you can get it right.
Last week, I finally decided to mention to my husband that the oil change light in my car was on. I told him it had been on for about a week and that he needed to take my car to get the oil changed after he got home from work. I’d watch the kids and make dinner and by the time he got back, dinner would be ready.
Now, I admit, when I got married I had some preconceived notions of how everything was supposed to go down. Who would cook dinner (me), who would wash the cars (him), who would do the kids’ hair (him…LOL). Getting the oil changed in the cars is CLEARLY one of those “man” things I expected him to do…