I stopped washing my husband's pants - and ended the resentment in my marriage

I stopped washing my husband's pants - and ended the resentment in my marriage

The most tragic thing about the fact that I’ve stopped washing my husband’s pants is that I feel bad about it. That’s how insidious the patriarchy is. I genuinely feel guilty for no longer pretending that washing pants is an act of love.Why have I stopped? It turned out that my anger at never-ending housework is far stronger than this mild and misplaced guilt. A few months ago, I realised that the thing that infuriated me most about having to do…