When a Broken Washing Machine Met a Family Vacation
Six months after having our first baby, life was a whirlwind of sleepless nights, feedings, and endless laundry. Then, our washing machine broke. I hoped my husband, Billy, would understand how overwhelming things already felt. Instead, he casually suggested I wash everything by hand, reminding me that “people used to do it for centuries.”
Then came the kicker: he said he couldn’t buy a new machine yet because he had promised to fund a vacation for his mother. His words stung, especially knowing how exhausted I already was. I kept the peace and managed the laundry by hand for days, but each evening left me more worn down—hands sore, back aching, and energy dwindling. Billy, oblivious to my struggle, watched TV without offering help.