If housework and you were married, there'd be no divorce... it would be a co-dependency relationship though.
You need a clean environment and housework needs to be done!
The only way I could see a divorce would be if the fictitious fairy godmother were real, and cleaned for us and therefore the codependency would be over.
Housework is something that is never noticed until you don't do it, and it becomes a personal embarrassment when your lack of intimacy with it is noticed... so the desire for constant attention that housework demands is given ones full compliance in order to not be embarrassed... codependency at its best!
Such is the grip housework has on even us chronically ill fibromites, we will appease it way beyond our comfort zone or we will pay someone to clean for us.
As long as there is a dwelling to clean, housework will partner with us and will turn up on the winning side every time.
There's nothing like dirty house to bring out our guilt and unhappiness and the heartless housework will unmercifully multiply its untidiness inducing a desperate response from it. After all, it doesnt care how or who does it... as long as its top dog.
Fit or not, young or old, you do unwittingly partner with housework the minute you get a dwelling to clean... And the partnership will continue until you no longer dwell there...There'll be no divorce!
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