This isn’t a complaint about chores; it’s a eulogy for a partnership. It’s the breaking point of a wife who is tired of being an emotional afterthought while carrying the weight of a household alone. When we were a team, the work felt fair. But you stopped acting like a husband a long time ago. You’re upstairs, you’re outside, or you’re gone—leaving me to drown in the parenting and the silence. Now, you expect a maid’s service from a woman you’ve left starving for love and support. I see what mutual respect looks like at my mother's house, and it isn't this. I’m done giving everything to a man who gives nothing back. This isn’t about the dishes. It’s about being treated like I matter. And if I don't matter here, I’ll go where I do. "You’re asking for more effort than you're willing to give. I’m done being your maid while I’m starving for your partnership."