It's a long story, but here's the short version: since being separated from my husband, I've been doing his washing. Which is fine and which suited me initially, because we used to have a joint bank account and his buying a washing machine would've meant a chunk of my money being spent. But as time went on, it just became a little dysfunctional, you know? Hanging up his washing, seeing his new clothes, thinking about the new person he was becoming and the new life that went with that. Enough. Today, we went to fetch a washing machine that he's buying off my sister. Today represented no more ex-washing for me. Woot.
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Do you iron? ;-)
ReplyDeleteCouldn't resist. Thanks for schlepping it through. Ok, leaving you and your blog in privacy, Neen. Great idea, though...
Letting him fend for himself is a whole load more healthier for you!
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