We call these men the dancing monkeys

Nick and I, we sometimes laugh, laugh out loud, at the horrible things women make their husbands do to prove their love. The pointless tasks, the myriad sacrifices, the endless small surrenders. Wear this, dont wear that. Do this chore now and do this chore when you get a chance and by that I mean now. And definitely, definitely, give up the things you love for me, so I will have proof that you love me best. I am happy not to be in that club. I like to think I am confident and secure and mature enough to know Nick loves me without him constantly proving it. I dont need pathetic dancingmonkey scenarios to repeat to my friends, I am content with letting him be himself.