I'm not sure if this is relevant to the subject or not. But I think it is.
Five years ago I fell in love with my fiancee and she moved in with me. She had just completed law school. Regardless she failed her first BAR exam and was devastated. She spent the six months between tests completely unemployed and I, as a small business owner, paid all our bills and made sure she had every single thing she needed whether it was food, make up, clothes or even video games (cause yes she is a gamer). Price was no object, I never complained, I never said a word, just if something was needed, or even just wanted, I made sure we had it.
Six months later she passed her first BAR exam, she was extremely proud of herself and so was I, I was happy for her and helped her out as much as I could, we only had my car because she'd had no income and was unable to get her own, so I gave her my car so she could find jobs...but she never went out looking for jobs. She put out resumes...and no one ever called her back.
This went on for three straight years, where she would sit around the house, wallowing in unemployed misery, complaining about how the bottom had fallen out of the legal profession and there were too many lawyers and not enough jobs. She never once made any effort but to get a job anywhere else but in a legal office. She refused to take internships. She refused to do charity legal work, she simply sat around the apartment for three years while my savings slowly but surely drained themselves.
Whats more, shes incapable of cooking anything more complex than something she can put in the microwave, and even trying to encourage her to do something as little as do the laundry every week or so was like pulling teeth. She'd just sit in the office, playing whatever new game I'd bought her that was stopping her from being a complete depression wreck...as I did literally everything.
Last year, my business started to slow down, other services on the internet were cutting into my local profits and I was starting to slide pretty hard into the red, I was having to spend about two hundred dollars more a month than I was making so my savings started taking a huge hit....and it was at that point she finally picked up a paid internship with the local Public Defenders office. Over the year she worked there, she got brought on full time and started making around $45,000 a year. And in that period of time my net profit over expenses for business ramped down from around $52,000 a year to less than $16,000 a year.
And what happened when I told her I might need her to carry the load for a bit while I sort out how to recover from spending my lifes savings keeping her alive while she spent three years putting almost no effort our relationship other than "loving me"?, (which apparently is a lot of effort or something) she spent several weeks complaining about how poor we are, and how she needs to save money to get a car so I can have my car back so I get a job....at McDonalds..or anywhere. And the bad thing there is...I've spent the last ten years working for myself and not a lot of what I do can translate into the local job market at any lucrative level. So chances of me finding any employment above some kind of soul crushing minimum wage job are pretty low.
And not only that, I am also apparently responsible for still finding a way for us to get into a higher tax bracket, cause I'm still putting 10 - 12 hours a day into my business trying to pull the nose up on it, I'm also responsible for getting her a fucking 10 grand rock and finally marrying her (seriously the pictures of rings shes showing me almost make me pass out), and I still have to do all the fucking laundry, cook every fucking meal, do the fucking dishes, make her fucking lunch to take to work because there aren't any places close to the court house where she can go eat, clean up the fucking stack of trash of empty tea bottles and used napkins she can't seem to walk from her fucking desk in the office to the fucking trash can in the kitchen...and pay more than 70% of our total bills with the very small amount of money I have left. Oh and did I mention I have to do all this shit while dealing with her wild ass mood swings as well?
Oh and tonight while preparing her lunches for the week I was told that she would prefer I prepare a fresh sandwich every day, rather than me making five sandwiches and storing them in individual sandwich bins....so they're not squishy by Friday...apparently. When I pointed out that it was more convenient for me to do them in a batch rather than have yet another chore added to my list of things to do she got huffy and disappointed with me as if I was being an asshole for not making her lunch to her exact specifications. When I don't have to do it at all I just do it cause I don't want her not eating all day....cause I love her.
This is being a man apparently. Man having a fucking penis is AWESOME. I'm no MRA, but seriously, this shit sucks.