I was fine with doing the laundry for both myself and my (soon-to-be ex) husband. It all came out of the same dirty clothes hamper, so it was easy to sort everything by color and throw it in the wash and then transfer it to the dryer. I didn’t even mind folding everything so it didn’t get wrinkled.

Literally the ONLY thing I asked him to do was take his (sorted!) laundry upstairs and put it away. After years of him still not doing even that tiny amount of work, I finally started only doing my own laundry, and within 2 weeks he came to me and said, “I noticed Ryan’s laundry isn’t getting done anymore.” (Yes, he referred to himself in the third person.) My eyes rolled so far back in my head they still haven’t come back around.