What I really hated when I was married was 'The List'.
I would have very few days off, particularly compared to her, but obviously I shared the burden of general housework and jobs. Some of this I didnt mind doing at all, like the gardening stuff and hoovering the house. But what I absolutely despised was getting up on said day off to find 'The List' placed next to the kettle. I am not a fucking idiot, if asked in an adult civilised manner to do specific tasks I have the capability to perform them, without the idiots guide.
This of course set me to tasks in a resentful manner. But then would come the steady stream of phone calls designed only to check up on the progress of the completion of 'The List'.
Once I reversed this unnecessary nonsense and phoned her, to provide a checklist of all the jobs I had done and in what order. Staggeringly, this was greeted with "I dont tell you all the things I do round the house". Yes love, and nor should you, cos I treat you like the intelligent independent adult you are.
With that, I thought fuck all this and bought myself a two bed where I live in total harmony with myself. And still get all the jobs done.