I mowed the lawn for probably the last time this year last night. And as I pushed his lawnmower over his grass, I thought of him. This was his job. So was taking out the trash. Changing the furnace filter. Cleaning the builtin vac canister. Changing the oil. Even scrubbing the toilets was a chore left only to him.
I do them now because I have to. Because if I didn't no one would. But while they are part of my schedule, my routine, they are still his jobs. Things he should be doing. And probably always will be...
There seems to so much on my shoulders, on top of the weight of the world.
I think he got the easy way out....
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