Money and marriages and civic duty.
I volunteer for Trail Life. I am the committee chairman and the Woodlands Trail Ranger (I am in charge of the elementary age group). I volunteer at church as a deacon. I hold a professional job capable of supporting a family, for which I work a 40 hour week and ten hour weekly commute.
Tunawife treats all of these as annoyances. If I am a few minutes late, she complains about my job. If I have to travel, which is rare, she complains about that. If I have a deacon meeting, or need to spend some time talking to a family about their household issues, she gets huffy. If I have a Trail Life committee meeting, she gets annoyed. She tells me variants of "you spend more time helping the world than you do here", which is a real hoot because every single day I eat dinner with my family, I do the dishes and clean the kitchen afterwards, I make sure the laundry gets done, I empty the dishwasher in the morning. I pray with the kids and put them to bed every day. I wash the sheets on the weekends and fix everything that breaks on the house.
Tunawife works part time from home as a content manager for a hyperlocal website. It's fun and she enjoys it and brings in some money. I support that, and it's all fine. She feels like she's being productive and whatnot. Even when she's stressed about work, and I know that I would get no such luxury, I give it a pass. It's fine.
Without getting into great detail, here is a comparison of our gross pay
It's great, and I thank her often when she earns money, and she's even cool with me spending money on the truck.
Her website is having its tenth anniversary this weekend. They've rented the childrens museum and have vendors and local businesses and such. It is a neat thing. She will be there, working. That's fine.
She volunteered all of us, me and the tunakids, for various duties. We are not getting paid. Tunakid 1 (who posts here now, he's fourteen) would much rather be at the high school fellowship event (bimonthly) where there is a certain young lady he would like to continue to hopelessly get the courage up to speak to someday, tunakid 2 hates everything, tunakid 3 is fine and happy to do whatever, and tunakid 4 is meh about it. I would rather be doing something else, but I am happy to help Tunawife.
Needless to say she is very annoyed with all of us. Why are we not excited!? Why don't we care?! She is doing her part to help the community. It's not just a job, she's part of something. etc.
I pointed out that I design life savings fire protection equipment every day. Somehow that's different. It's just a job, but hers isn't. Somehow Trail Life, which is actually a volunteer organization at the troop level, and the deaconate, which is also completely volunteer, don't get the same sense of civic or community duty when I need to attend to them.
I've noticed that in single, or majority single earning households, the salary turns into an expectation. I've never heard "thank you", it's just totally expected that anyone can go bring home well into six figures without lots of hours and lots of travel. My grandfathers house was "worship the Dad", he came home when he felt like it, expected to be able to sit in the recliner with a drink and not be bothered for a few hours while he decompressed. He didn't want to deal with kids or minor things. He had a job to do. You couldn't call him at work because the sink was leaking, it wasn't possible. I am not advocating for that. It's a tyrannical way to lead a home, but I do believe that the pendulum has swung the other way. I heard, as an extreme example, from a friend the other day. This friend is married to a woman who runs a traveling personal trainer business. She's all over FB and likely IG about being a fierce and independent Momma, how men in the gym are lazy, etc. I learned her business is taking in hundreds of dollars every month, and he's paying all expenses, and she's after him to buy her a Maserati.
I don't mean to sound misogynistic, but something feels off. It's off in enough situations that there is some sort of trend that I can't put my finger on. It sucks and I'd like it to stop, please. Travis McGee is starting to feel more and more like a life goal every day.