This always comes up.
At a family gathering this weekend, we were discussing hubbys'. All the women were discussing the fact that their hubs had no clue on how to do laundry.
My story:
A year before it was 'get out or die', my ex began complaining about how I did laundry.
It wasn't right. Not like his mother used to do it. (We were going on year 18 at that point). So he told me I was inadequate, and said he'd do it himself.
I took him up on it.
And weekly, I scraped his clothes up off his dresser and put them in a 33 gallon heavy duty black trash bag, sprayed it with lysol and shut it with a rubber band.
a bit over a year later, when he left, he took three laden trash bags with him. I told them about that.
**rueful laughter**
When I took his boxes of books over to his 'place' the three bags were still there. two were duct taped closed, one was open.
"Damn you, my clothes f******* mildewed, I can hardly wear them.
"you do realize those hadn't been washed?"
"yeah, but I figured they'd air out by now."
Ok.........
....now we are at the gathering.
My MIL chimes in. "he brought them all over to my place and just left them them there. So I had his brother take them to his new place."
Daughter: "Yeah, mom, like dad still has those bags of dirty clothes you threw him out with. I saw them at his new place."
I so love my new life.
Anyone else????
At a family gathering this weekend, we were discussing hubbys'. All the women were discussing the fact that their hubs had no clue on how to do laundry.
My story:
A year before it was 'get out or die', my ex began complaining about how I did laundry.
It wasn't right. Not like his mother used to do it. (We were going on year 18 at that point). So he told me I was inadequate, and said he'd do it himself.
I took him up on it.
And weekly, I scraped his clothes up off his dresser and put them in a 33 gallon heavy duty black trash bag, sprayed it with lysol and shut it with a rubber band.
a bit over a year later, when he left, he took three laden trash bags with him. I told them about that.
**rueful laughter**
When I took his boxes of books over to his 'place' the three bags were still there. two were duct taped closed, one was open.
"Damn you, my clothes f******* mildewed, I can hardly wear them.
"you do realize those hadn't been washed?"
"yeah, but I figured they'd air out by now."
Ok.........
....now we are at the gathering.
My MIL chimes in. "he brought them all over to my place and just left them them there. So I had his brother take them to his new place."
Daughter: "Yeah, mom, like dad still has those bags of dirty clothes you threw him out with. I saw them at his new place."
I so love my new life.
Anyone else????
