Antonia Ragozzino wrote a fiction book, Taking Out The Trash based on her experience of life after divorce:
I was twenty-eight when my husband left me on Thanksgiving weekend. He used to take the trash out and I literally hated taking out the trash. I had this big beautiful house, this big long driveway and every Thursday night it was either sleeting or snowing and I would cry all the way down the driveway.
Uggh …leaving on Thanksgiving! What awful timing.
Every couple works out some division of labor and the reality is that with your spouse gone, it’s all down to you. You have to figure out how you’re going to do it or how you’re going to get someone else to do it for you. There’s no escaping it. Read more about Antonia’s journey and taking out the trash here.
[contemplate2] It’s been over five years since my divorce and even though I’ve learned to do many household maintenance tasks there are still some I procrastinate about. Case in point … the tire pressure light came on in my car this week and I drove around with it on for probably five days hoping it was just because the weather had gotten a little cooler. If I was honest with myself, the real reason was that I’m just not that familiar with putting air in my tires and I don’t want to look like an idiot at the gas station. I mean, what if end up letting air out of my tires and getting a flat and having to call AAA?
Well, I’m happy to report that I can now cross this off my “Worst Jobs” list. The gas station I went to did have an air pump but there was no gauge – fortunately I had a hand gauge in my glove box and I just told myself that pumping up my car tires was really no different than pumping up my bike tires.