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My husband works from home; I work outside of the home (albeit 4 blocks away). As a self-employed person, my husband is sometimes swamped, but most of the time not. I know this because he has plenty of time to go shopping online to purchase things for me, such as a pasta crank, a bread machine and a yogurt maker.
When I get home after working 9+ hours, the sink is filled to capacity with dirty dishes, cat litter is strewn all over the place because the litter box has not been cleaned out and a hungry husband is expecting dinner, preferably something made from scratch, since he purchased me that hand crank pasta machine and all. Sometimes he calls me during the day to ask if I can come home for lunch and clean because he can't stand how messy the house is. It's too distracting for him to work with all the mess.
At the end of all this work, I am exhausted and resentful as hell that I do ALL of the work (and I make more money, too) and he gets to play with the cats and surf the internet half the day. Yeah, if he did more work, more sex would definitely happen.
