I know your game. You're just buttering him up before the ten packs of flat pack furniture, you ordered, arrive. And of course the landscaping the garden bit. I know of what I speak happened to me. Oh "Stand by Your Man" Wish you all would. Sorry having a why did I let her use me day. To be serious love is a partnership and if you find it thank it whatever thing you pray to.
We share cooking. Its whoever feels like it.
We clean for a living, so we do the same at home.
I can't stand how he folds clothes, so that one I totally do (with the help of our 12 year old daughter, son sucks at it as well...)
Both of us suck at giving the other any type of massage (I have bad Carple Tunnel and he only has 2 fingers on each hand)
And we don't pray
I remember when I was first married, we both came home from work at the same time, and my husband would plop his rump onto the couch, open a newspaper and ask when dinner would be ready.
I would plop down next to him and remark, "Whenever you finish making it.."
If my husband ever uttered one word of criticism of my cooking or cleaning, that was the last time I did it. Expecting your wife to be your cook and maid while she is also working is the way to get dumped.