Ann Landers received a page from the reader that went such as this:

Dear Ann Landers:

Her home appears just as if they’d moved in yesterday. She never ever cooks dinner. Everything is in cans or frozen. Her kids consume sent-in meals. Yet this husband that is slob’s her just like a Dresden doll. He calls her“Pet and“Poopsie”,” and covers the phone by having a blanket as he would go to work therefore she will get her rest. On weekends the laundry is done by him plus the advertising.

I wake up at 6 a.m. and fix my husband’s breakfast. We make their tops due to the fact people into the shops “don’t fit right.” If my hubby ever emptied a wastebasket, I’d faint. As soon as once I phoned him at the job and asked him to choose a loaf up of bread on their method house, he swore at me personally for five full minutes. The greater amount of you do for a person, the less he appreciates you. I’m as an unpaid housekeeper, maybe perhaps not just a wife. What are the results anyway?

—The Moose (That’s just what he calls me personally.)

Ann’s response is classic. She reacted:

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