I dated this guy for almost two years. It was getting pretty serious, and he seemed like the perfect dream. Aside from being caring and emotionally supportive, he didn’t scorn “feminine” things like many men I knew; he loved cooking for me and said he found housework calming. Finally, I’d met someone who didn’t care about dividing responsibilities along sexist stereotypes!
Then one day, out of the blue, he tells me he doesn’t think he can ever marry me.
“Why not?” I ask.
“Because you don’t cook,” he says. “You don’t do dishes. You don’t pick up around the house.” (I did all those things in my own home, of course, but apparently not to his liking.)
I was confused. “But you enjoy doing those things, and you do them already.”
“But I’m not supposed to,” he says. “That’s your job.”
Individual personalities, preferences, and skills don’t matter, because it’s #MFIF