After a dinner party, the entire house was ravaged, since a majority of the families had children that they couldn’t control. You expected your husband to help tidy up once the guests had left but there he sat at the dinner table, drinking a beer.

“You alright?” John asked roughly as you collected dirty dishes, his idle fingers tapping against the table.

He saw how much work there was to be done but he remained willingly ignorant of it, allowing you to carry the load of the work.