We have lived in this house for 7 years. For the past 6 the front garden has been a disaster. I have weeded, pruned, cut down and generally sweated over it. Recently we’ve had gardeners in and they have revamped it. Well, since then my DP of 9 years has been out there keeping up with the weeding and generally making it look lovely. Today, after finally clearing a good 4 years of shitty detritus collected only by his sweet self, he decided to weed the rest of the front drive.
If this man could have erected himself a podium, blasted out an anthem and received a bouquet he would have. I’ve cleared and cooked as I always do, walked the dog, prepared for my week at work and made lunch for us all tomorrow and yet… no podium place for me. In fact when I praised his efforts with an admittedly barbed comment about how I understood his exhaustion, given my many years of gardening endeavour out there, I heard a tut. And yes, a brief head shake of outrage that I’d try and claim any glory for my past efforts.
Is this just me? I realise I am a boiling cess pit of menopausal resentment in general as I’ve allowed myself to become a doormat, despite once being an absolute feminist machine but I don’t think it’s just my partner. Are other men oblivious to their partner’s efforts in this way?