Never mind having to always mow the lawn or shovel the snow or walk the dog.
The most common complaint I hear from those living with those living with major depression is that their partners can’t put their stupid dirty dishes in the stupid dishwasher.
“I’m not asking him to load the whole dishwasher,” my support group friend Henry has moaned a dozen times. “Not even load his whole place setting. All I’m asking is that he start with one fork, for God’s sake.” Read more at Medium.com.