with hands tied

there's nothing more i can do.

nothing more i can say.

i'm a nag, while still managing to be a pushover.

i feel like i'm my mother, screaming at me to do my chores.

if this is the way my life is headed, i better turn around now.

i can't ask. i can't plead. i can't even gesture.

but, i won't let myself be your slave.

i won't let myself bow down to that level.

i am a woman. i am an equal.

my job is not to clean the house.

nor is your job.

it is OUR job.

if you don't feel the same way, pack your stuff and leave.

i should not have to remind you to put your plates in the dishwasher.

i should not have to remind you to clean your dirty clothes.

i should not have to remind you to do anything.

have a proactive mindset. see something and do it.

that's all i ask.

is it too much?

apparently so.