OK so tell me why when a woman is sick she is still expected to cook, clean, and take care of the kids and when the man is sick he sits in a chair and moans and groans and expects to be catered too?
When I am sick I am still asked, “what are you thinking for dinner,” or “did you get my work shirts cleaned,” or “I got a lot of work to do in the basement.” I have to pretty much force him to take charge and give me some time to relax and try to get over my sickness.
I guarantee you that if he gets what I have he will be moaning and groaning and expect to be served while he gets better. I swear, when I die and go to heaven I better get to be catered to when I feel horrible!