Ah...so many times dude.
My wife is MUCH more understanding, always has been, that I:
Like my job
But it also requires very long days.
My girlfriend before her, oh my god...only lived with her for a month before we went our separate ways. Surprised it went even that long.
I would get up a 6:00 a.m. to go to work.
Work until 5, maybe 6. Then I would take a client out to dinner. And while it might be fun, fun doesn't mean relaxing.
Some nights when I was younger, I would get home at 11.
So my day started at 7 (when I would arrive at work) and go until 11. Wearing a suit, and uncomfortable dress shoes.
I would get home, wanting to just sit down, watch TV, or do whatever the hell I wanted to do.
She wanted to talk. She wanted me to help clean up the dishes. She wanted this, that, I couldn't imagine how much worse it would've been if we had kids.
And all I was thinking was "I've been home for 10 minutes. You've been home since 5. What the hell have you been doing that you can't make dinner and put the dishes in the dish washer?"
Or the straw that broke the camel's back here:
It was a Friday. I was out until 3:00 a.m. with some young guys on work. So I was dead tired. Get home, undress and drop my clothes in the laundry room, go to bed. I am DEAD.
So, I thought my girlfriend cold do my suits, with her clothes, in the morning because you know, seemed right. Save money, just seemed like the smartest thing to do.
Well, does she? NO! Told me I am a grown man, I can do my own laundry.
We parted ways shortly after.