The secret diary of a single parent bloke
I felt uplifted by my experience at DisneyWorld; I’d come to realise that maybe I wasn’t so bad. Natalia had a great time, I’d finally bonded with Jack (who now seemed to love me being around), and had fun. I began to realise that maybe the problem with the relationship wasn’t just me, Kat had her share of work to do to save the marriage too.
Life’s pretty much returned to the way it was before, and I’m exhausted again. I’ve asked Kat to help with some of the little things around the house. I asked her if she would empty the kitchen bin when it was full, rather than just throwing rubbish on top of it and onto the floor. She hit the roof! How dare I? She reeled off a list of things which I do which she hates, top of the list: “the way I stick the knife into the butter!”
Maybe I should feel pleased that my faults are so trivial. But I don’t. I can’t seem to do anything right.