According to my mom and my younger siblings I was always bossy. Mom likes to tell the story of looking outside to see me sitting on top of a cinder block fence directing all the neighborhood kids in whatever game we were playing at the time. As I got into high school and my mom went to work full -time, my parents counted on me to watch after my brothers and sister, a responsibility that I probably took a little too seriously on hindsight. I used to make up games to get them to help with all the household chores, a skill set that came in handy when I went into retail management. But now that I am home on disability and getting around slower than ever, my poor husband is getting the brunt of my fatigue which I feel really bad about. I am always looking for ways to conserve my energy so my husband, who is an excellent caregiver, does way more around the house than he would have to if I were more able -bodied. I didn't realize how bad it had gotten until this very patient man called me out on it last night. I like to think of myself as independent but clearly didn't realize how much I was taking my husband for granted.The first step to being a better partner is recognition that there's a problem so now that I know better, I will do better.
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