I'll tell you what -- I'm glad to be at home. I hated working out of the house. Don't get me wrong, there were good times and I loved two of my jobs, but given a choice, I'd have been happy to be at home with a couple-few little ones. Gunsmith and I got married too late for the children, but for the last fifteen years, my job has been keeping the house with all that entails.
I painted the whole interior myself and we painted the exterior together, as well as built the garage (I was the contractor, organizing the different labor and equipment needs), lined the driveway with landscaping timbers and re-did the kitchen. I've sewn, baked bread and done the shopping; we prepare most meals together now, but I do the heavy cooking, the cleaning, the laundry, balance the books and see the bills are paid on time. I don't have to deal with the oblivions on the road, metroseckshul man, radical feminist racialist or "human resources" and this has saved me an ulcer ........ and jail time.
In spite of a serious illness side-railing for a few years, I'm an extremely fortunate and Blessed woman and to have a man who values me for all this.
Hearing about your male friends giving up, Weisshaupt, makes me sad for them.