Sick of everything. Here are my 9 theses that I put upon our refrigerator last night. In the end, I'm adult, life is too short, why I have to postpone something, care about something... We all shall fucking die, right? "We're all made out of stars" (Moby).
My wife's duties:
- Clean the house.
- Cook dinners and suppers.
- Work and bring money.
- Understand and embrace Ian's preferences: his love for indie music (New Order particularly), books, dance music, fashion clothing and traveling.
- Be responsive to Ian's moral judgment.
- Follow Ian's vision about finances.
- Be happy when Ian's present.
- Make pleasant surprises for Ian.
- Be ready for Ian's desires.
That's it. Do you have any written statutes for the significant other? 