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now our first story comes from a throw away account.

Am I the arsele?

Husband threw a barbecue party for his friends.

I refused to help.

Party was a disaster.

Disclaimer, we are all vaccinated.

So my husband likes to invite his friends.

Note his friends, I am not close with them for barbecue parties. He prides

himself on his barbecue skills. The thing is, I always end up doing everything. He buys and

preps to meat and then grills and serves it and collects praise for his barbecue skills. I have to buy

drinks, get out with enough dishes, clean up the patio and deck, non-native speaker,

I don't know which one to use. I prepare the sides and veggies, I refill the drinks and take away

dishes. We don't use paper plates or plastic cups since I find it wasteful, so as to keep the

main table tidy. It's just non-stop work for me. He just told me last week that he invited his friends for

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