Fuck. Sometimes I can be completely fine with the way things are, happy even. And then days like today I want to scream, break something, and file for divorce. I've a mile long list of things that have to be done to get rid of the mice, clean up from the hurricane, get regular maintenance things done and my dh goes "Ill handle mowing the yard, don't worry about that." So... you pick the easiest thing on the list and then don't do it until the grass is a foot tall and then want a medal? You don't even bother weedeating. I had the yard perfect and you said I was making you feel like less of a man. So now the yard looks like shit and the carport is covered in all the shit you "might use" so you don't put it away. I have no words.