OT: For the married fellas

I used to see this therapist and one of my issues we’d talk about was the concept of “my time” vs. “their time.” Working, the commute, going to bed, cooking dinner, that’s all their time. I don’t consider it my time unless it’s something I want to do and don’t have to do. Watching tv. Reading. Playing with the cats. Walking around the neighborhood. Her telling me this during “my time” becomes a “not my time” and reduces the limited amount of “my time” that I have and I fucking loathe it like Gabe Kapler to the power of Andy Reid. This sounds like I hate my wife but really I just hate this one fucking thing.