Picture this: my lawn is now a jungle. Seriously, it looks like the African savanna out there, with grass so tall I half expect to see a lion ready to leap at a passing squirrel. My partner had mentioned he was trying to find time to mow it for weeks, but I had no clue that it had spiraled into such chaos. Why? Because I genuinely couldn’t care less about lawn care, so tasks related to it just slip my mind completely.
Lately, I’ve been noticing a surge of articles discussing emotional labor and the mental load often borne by women. I sometimes feel compelled to share these pieces with my partner, not to guilt him into doing more—he’s already quite helpful—but to seek affirmation for my own exhaustion and forgetfulness. When I show him these articles, it’s my way of voicing that I am juggling a lot behind the scenes.
Yet, I’m not looking to offload my mental load; it seems almost impossible. Unless I want to add the hassle of coordinating schedules and grocery lists, this mental clutter isn’t going anywhere. And you know what? That’s perfectly fine because I’m not the only one carrying this load in our relationship.
I consider my partnership with Alex to be equal. He helps manage household responsibilities without a hint of complaint. There hasn’t been a formal discussion about who does what; we both know our duties, and things just get done. We don’t keep score on chores. If I haven’t done the dishes and they need attention, he steps up. If he can’t do them and I’m preoccupied, I just ask, and he’s on it.
I’m fortunate compared to some of my friends who are stuck with partners that refuse to lift a finger around the house. I know women whose spouses have never done laundry or changed a diaper, leaving them to bear the brunt of domestic chores alone.
When I feel drained or forgetful, Alex understands why and does whatever he can to lighten my load because he knows I’m also working hard to make his life easier. We’re in this marriage together—it’s not about splitting tasks 50/50. It’s about giving our all and crafting a life together that meets both our needs.
Now, has Alex ever spontaneously scrubbed the toilet like it was a royal throne? Not quite. But if I ask him to do it, I’m confident he’ll handle it without hesitation. The mental burden of remembering that the toilet needs cleaning and asking him to take care of it is far less daunting than doing it myself.
Requesting help from him feels as straightforward as asking my doctor for a prescription refill or a waiter for extra napkins. They understand my needs without me having to stress over asking. Just like I don’t care for the grass growing wild outside, Alex doesn’t notice when the toilet needs some TLC. We both have our priorities, and while my mental load is ever-present, I know we’re both giving it our all.
I may still share an article or two every now and then to remind him of the mental gymnastics I perform daily, but I also recognize the weight he alleviates for me. If the pressure ever becomes too much, asking for help is just part of the process.
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In summary
Navigating the mental load in a relationship can be challenging, but open communication and shared responsibilities foster a healthy partnership. Embracing this shared journey, rather than keeping score, enriches the bond between partners.
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