Today as I made a coffee and contemplated the tasks in front of me, I tried to imagine what it is like to have someone, or lots of replaceable someones, to do all that for me, including laundry.I tried to imagine getting all up in my head about the minute details and being demanding about the folding, the ironing, the very important laundry in order of cult hierarchy etc
ooo even the secret laundry, no airing of dirty laundry in public
I tried to imagine what it's like to be a slave to the master in the form of wife and not see any way out. I wondered what on earth I would be meant to do all day....?
It's really quite hard to imagine. I had to stop as I started to feel sort of desperate, depressed and lost
learned helplessness to the 'N' th degree
