My step-dad dealt with 3 women in the house. Our bath tub had a drain
that caught hair very easily. So he was always telling us to clean it
out. I don’t recall doing it more than a few times though. I hated to
touch my mother’s and my sister’s hair. It was disgusting.
Now, my husband and I have the same type of drain. I don’t normally
shed as much as I have in the last year, and it’s only been so much
because of a medication I was on. Nasty side effects. Thankfully, my
hair loss amount is starting to get back to the norm.
My husband and I got into a fight the other night because I won’t
clean my hair out of the drain, which means he’s always doing it and
he’s tired of it. I told him to stop doing it then, but he said he can’t
because then it would never be done. I just shrugged it off. It then
escalated and we both went to bed angry/annoyed with each other.
We never really resolved it, but by the next night we were back to
normal because I made him laugh about something, which in turn made me
laugh. And all was forgotten.
I know I can be a spoiled brat, but I’m thankful to have such a wonderful and loving husband.
