I'll make it short, because it's late:
We'd been married (after dating/engaged for two years) just a couple months. I always got home from work before she did, and I knew when I married her that she wasn't much help around the house, and I already knew the basics of cooking, so I'd always start supper when I got home, and it would be ready when she walked in the door, and a little while after we'd eat, I'd pick up the kitchen, because I don't like mess lying around.
Well, one night, after eating, I started cleaning up, and she said, "You know, you always cook, so why don't you let me clean up for a change?"
"Yeah, that sounds fair, have at it."
"I just want to finish what I'm watching, I'll get to it after that."
You can see where this is headed, right? Later that night...
"Um...are you going to get to the dishes, or..."
"Oh, yeah, I forgot. Yeah, I'll do it before we go to bed."
Time for bed. Yep, kitchen still dirty.
"It's too late now, I'll get them in the morning before I go to work."
Now, I went into work before she did, so I figured/hoped they'd be done before I got home, but that wasn't to be. I got home the next night, and there they sat, untouched.
So I left them, and when she got home, I asked what was up.
"Oh, sorry, I was running behind this morning, and I didn't have time. Just leave them, and when we're done eating, I'll clean everything up then."
Uh-huh...
This went on for another day, and I finally got mad and started cleaning the kitchen. That got her mad, because she said I wasn't giving her a chance to get things cleaned on her schedule and insisted I stop cleaning and leave it to her, which she would most definitely do, for sure, at some point in the very near future, just not right now.
"Fine," I said, "but I'm not touching that kitchen, and every day you put it off, more for you to do when you finally get around to it!"
And that's what I did.
We went through our eight place settings of regular dishes. We went through our eight place settings of nice stoneware (wedding gift). We were eating out of mixing bowls, off platters. I ran out of cookware and started bringing food home each night, and it just piled higher and higher and higher.
There were dirty dishes piled in both sinks, on the countertop, crammed in the oven, and still she got huffy about it, "I'll get to them when I get to them."
Finally, after I couldn't put up with the smell the kitchen started to develop, I came home at lunch and washed everything and scrubbed down the kitchen.
What did she say when she got home?
"I
told you not to do that, I was going to get to it eventually!"
And that's the last time she ever offered to clean the kitchen.