Things GET DONE!
Because I do them, I don’t have that stupid dance that went on for months: I’ll do it next weekend, I’m tired etc. And if I started doing them, I’d get a whole barrage of abuse, about how controlling I am, that he didn’t do them because I was nagging and he was fed up with it etc, making it my fault anyway. (The reason why I needed him to do stuff was not because they were man jobs, it was because I simply did not have the time. I had to do all the shopping/cleaning/organizing by myself anyway, on top of a full time job and a small child, when he was working part time and sleeping till 11 at the weekends, when we had to be quiet).
No idea what the f**k was that all about, but I regained half my time back since living on my own.
No more having to justify my needs. It was like a frigging business case, if I needed any time to myself, if I needed a haircut or a new dress, I had to prepare, to explain why, to ....christ, I can’t even be bothered to type all that crap.
Bottom line is I find it infinitely easier to simply go buy a sports bra and not having to sneak it into the house, so he doesn’t lose his shit I spent money. That type of thing.
I am currently enjoying a cup of coffee in my bed, with the lights on, I’m gonna go for a parkrun in a minute and I don’t have to worry about waking anybody up, breakfast etc, my teenager will get up late, make her own breakfast, she’s not bothered I took 30 mins to myself this morning.