The greatest thing that vexes me in a relationship is non-collaboration, where the load to keep things together is placed fully upon me while the rest of the family follows the lead of the elder who is not cooperating.
When I think of the crazymaking experienced by conscription to that dynamic and I look at how the details in my life can get so complex suddenly and take more effort to manage, I have begun thinking, “Why would I ever want to ask a man to help with any of this?!”
A cooperative man – let alone a dynamic, positively innovative one – seems to be even more rare now than a mythical unicorn.
