I have always hated the phrase "boys will be boys." It's used as an excuse to justify bad behavior and/or being a jerk-face dick. I'm sorry, but since when does a penis give you a blank check to be aggressive, messy, mean or misbehave? I don't accept that.
I don't ask for help. From anyone. Ever. Not until I've been pushed well passed my breaking point. Then, and only then, will I ask my husband for help; and he damn well better step up because I will be seconds from some sort of breakdown, almost always including tears.
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