Before I had the stroke, I cleaned, I gardened, I cooked and I did the laundry. I played with my daughters, I nursed them back to health, took them to school, picked them up from school (well, my ex-wife decided to go to chiropractor and she picked them up). I was the assistant director for my daughters, I was always at my daughters’ schools, I read to my daughters and I took them to explore the world. I programmed, I made the ketubah (marriage certifications), I engaged in brides, grooms, rabbis, cantors, and Judaic shopkeepers. I packaged watercolors, I drove them to FedEx, I shopped, I gardened, and spoke to the workers, carpenters, programmers, etc.
After my stroke, I came back to my ex-wife’s hellhole. Once, I got up and I programmed, I made the marriage certifications, I helped place the tubes, I cooked, I vacuumed.
So, in three weeks, my ex-wife showers me three times! I took to showering myself. It was hard. But not as hard as her!
After my ex-wife and my daughters left me, I got to work hard.