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Originally Posted by Kimberley
For the LONGEST time, I wore the pants. My husband couldn't make a decision on his own if his life depended on it. I even told him once to "grow a pair". In fact, if it wasn't for me, we'd still be renting a house. I picked out the house even before he had a chance to see it...BUT, his parents rented for over 30 years before buying their first house and I guess that's how he thought people should live. I wanted something to call my own.
I try to include him in the decision making process and he will participate sometimes, but mostly, he leaves it up to me. I guess then, if I mess up in a decision, he doesn't have to take the blame for anything.
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Same here Kimberley!! I get so tired of making most of the decisions. It feels like at times I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders. A few years after we built our home (back in '76) it needed painting and touch ups. I did it all myself and the next time too. I decided to have it all in vinyl siding and trim, so no more painting.
I usually run things past him, but I'm the one usually with the final decision. Just gets old.