I have my own personal sympathy extractor, as Andy can be counted on to give me full attention and emotional support whenever I bring it up.
We call it the double curse. The double curse that society has inflicted on itself through sin and… the pressures of society that make women need to work.
When God expelled Adam and Eve from the garden, Adam’s curse was to toil and have difficulty working the earth. Eve would have pain in childbearing, which I extend to also cover all attendant discomforts and unpleasantries associated with the female reproductive system. Enough said.
But when women, or, most poignantly, ME, have to go to work, we suffer both.
Obviously, it’s just a part of life. Sometimes, women can’t help but work, sometimes they just have to. But by golly, it seems just a teensy bit unfair that the husband doesn’t have to take part in the physical aspect of the women’s side of things, as well.