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go see my mother or go shopping or something.”
“I don’t mind her going to see her mother,” he said, “but
when I come home, I like to see the house cleaned up.
Some weeks, she doesn’t make the bed up for three or four
days, and half the time, she hasn’t even started supper. I
work hard, and I like to eat when I get home. Besides that,
the house is a wreck,” he continued. “The baby’s things are
all over the floor, the baby is dirty, and I don’t like filth. She
seems to be happy to live in a pigpen. We don’t have very
much, and we live in a small mill house, but at least it could
be clean.”
“What’s wrong with his helping me around the house?”
Mary asked. “He acts like a husband shouldn’t do anything
around the house. All he wants to do is work and hunt. He
expects me to do everything. He even expects me to wash
the car.”
Thinking that I had better start looking for solutions
rather than prying for more disagreements, I looked at Mark
and asked, “Mark, when you were dating, before you got
married, did you go hunting every Saturday?”
“Most Saturdays,” he said, “but I always got home in
time to go see her on Saturday night. Most of the time, I’d
get home in time to wash my truck before I went to see her.
I didn’t like to go see her with a dirty truck.”
“Mary, how old were you when you got married?” I
asked.
“I was eighteen,” she said. “We got married right after I
finished high school. Mark graduated a year before me,