He Has Never Changed the Toilet Paper. Not Once.

I've been with my husband since the middle of my twenties. From the moment I saw him, I knew he was the one. He took my breath away, and my heart decided before my mind realized I was falling in love. I once took a picture of him without telling him, which might have been a bit obsessive—or stalking. I also emailed the picture to my friend, saying, "He is the one, the father of my future children, the one I want to be with until my last breath and beyond. I want him and only him." Before meeting him, I was the kind of woman who refused to do everything for a man; I focused mainly on my career. I promised myself I wouldn't become someone's maid, picking up underwear, pants, and socks from the floor. I also vowed not to accept typical questions like "What's for dinner?" or "Why not tonight?" But for him, I was willing to do anything to please him, because my love for him is stronger than I ever imagined. I believe God brought us together because we're truly meant to be, even though we are very different. I even happily gave him a pedicure, bought groceries—sometimes going out of my way to find his favorite snacks—and did things to show my love. The only thing I haven't done is ironing, because I dislike it and simply because I don't know how to iron, and I don't plan to learn. Besides that, I was doing everything for him and was happy to do so. It was my first healthy relationship. And I tend to be a passionate person; in love, it's all or nothing—either I'm madly in love or not involved at all. I think that's why he stays with me—because I give him everything. I was kind to him when he was just a normal partner, enjoying my company. At first, I loved him more and was more attentive than he was to me. Maybe that's why I didn't confront him or put a stop to certain things, like him not doing his own dishes, not changing the toilet paper, or not coming with me grocery shopping. Don't get me wrong—I've never been unhappy, and I know relationships have ups and downs. But after more than a decade together, he has never changed the bed sheets or the toilet paper! I wonder if it's my fault, or my mother's, or his mother's—perhaps because none of us taught him, or our children, to take care of such things.