Men Die First Because They Want To
This whole thing seems odd to me.
My hubby does the Rat Race, and protects me as he can, from the worst of it, and does some work in the house, and he is neither a MCP or a pansy.
He works a lot, as much as he usually does, and more. His family is neither neglected nor spoiled.
None of the grown-ups are exploited or lazy. If it is too much, we move on, if it is not enough, we move on. We celebrate any promotions, knowing they come with a price.
Why would you ask the other person to do something they don't enjoy? I mow the yard, he cooks the curry: I wedge the Boler
, he loads the boats.
Nobody here needs store-bought flowers, and a headache is just that.