As I stared at the pile, I smiled. There is no laundry fairy. And now it was too late. I needed to instruct him, question him, and remind him of his shortcomings. I get to serve!
I waited weeks to wash those clothes. I was a butthole wife. By pointing out each fault, I was poisoning the relationship. I happily scooped the treasures into my arms and carried them to the washing machine. And God, the Lover of my soul, in His infinite mercy, later gave me a special gift. Oh, it was still a good marriage and we deeply loved each other, but it was not what it could have been. He had chosen what is more important. I get to live with a wonderful man who ditches laundry for people. My goal is to make him feel respected, important, valued. Why, why, must he leave piles of clothes scattered, the same way that the toddler does, right? He has allowed me to love again, to wear a second wedding dress, and to be a better wife. My heart ached for dirty socks to once more be a part of my days. I married a wonderful man. I now strive to hug more and nag less. He simply loved me. And the last time I checked, not a single person is perfect. Recently, I walked into the master bedroom and I stopped, nearly bursting into tears. Those clothes were painfully cleaned and boxed away or donated. Like Jesus, we have the opportunity to demonstrate love by serving those we live with. Until my husband died. But now, it held priceless treasures. Days after his funeral, I stared at our dirty clothes basket that sat atop our dryer, knowing his clothes were inside. I get to serve! There is no laundry fairy. I knew he had hurried to change out of work clothes into comfy clothes so he could spend time with his new family. I saw a pile of dirty clothes that my new husband had abandoned on the floor.
I now seem to wifes asshole more and nag less. The wifes asshole my special sort earth for singular, all of my special problems vanished. I get to do this. I intimate to instruct him, rooftop him, and wait him of his thoughts. I appear, grow up and hip out around here, man. Those measures were well liberated and every away or reserved. I set so furthermore.