DRV Stories

"You Want a Cookie for Doing the Dishes?" — A Story About Performative Partnership Every time he folds a towel, he looks at me like he just discovered fire. Vacuumed the living room? He wants applause. Loaded the dishwasher (halfway and all wrong)? He’s waiting for a parade. And God forbid he mops the floor—he acts like he should be canonized. I swear, my husband acts like housework is a heroic act, not a shared responsibility. Let me tell you a little story. We’ve been married eight years. Three kids. Two careers. One very tired woman—me. I work. Full-time. I cook. Every day. I clean. Constantly. I schedule appointments, attend parent-teacher conferences, remember birthdays, make grocery lists, sign permission slips, wipe noses, bandage knees, soothe tantrums, and manage to smile through it all. And him? He’ll wash dishes once a week and walk around like he’s Father of the Year. One evening, I’m in the kitchen—exhausted. I’ve cooked dinner, helped the kids w...

“Does She Even Have Time to Breathe?” — A Story About the Invisible Weight Wives Carry Every Day Before you ever ask, “Why is she always tired?” Before you ever complain, “She doesn’t make time for me anymore,” Before you let your pride run its mouth and say something like, “You’ve changed,” You need to ask yourself one simple, crucial question: “Am I putting too much on my spouse?” And then, if you’re bold enough to be honest, ask the second one: “Does she even have the time or energy for herself anymore?” Let’s walk through a real-life day. Not a fantasy. Not the curated highlight reel. But the unseen, unpaid, unrelenting workload your wife—your partner, your person—is carrying every single day. Let’s call her Danielle . She wakes up before the sun. Not because she wants to, but because the kids need lunches, one of them has a field trip, and someone forgot to sign a permission slip last night. Spoiler: it was you . She gets the kids dressed, fed, and out the door with ...

“A Little Louder for the Men in the Back”: What It’s Really Like Carrying a Marriage Alone Let me go ahead and say it with my whole chest— Some of y’all don’t understand the problem because you’ve never had to carry anything but your own ego. You walk through the world expecting applause for doing the bare minimum in your relationships. You think “being faithful” makes you exceptional. You think paying a bill or showing up to a parent-teacher conference means you're "doing your part." But let me tell you something, and I’ll say it slow for the men in the back who still don’t get it: Being physically present does not mean you're emotionally available. And helping once in a while doesn’t mean you're a partner. Let me walk you through a day in the life of a woman who does it all : The alarm goes off at 6:00 a.m. She's up first. Always. She gets the kids ready for school—makes sure the lunches are packed, socks are matched, backpacks are zipped. She gen...

“When Would I Have Time to Cheat?” — The Story of a Woman Who Did It All Until She Didn’t They say marriage is about partnership. About lifting each other through the storms, being teammates in the chaos of life, and knowing—deep down—that someone’s got your back. I believed that once. Until I realized I wasn’t in a partnership. I was in a performance. And I was doing all the work while he stood backstage, clapping when it suited him and criticizing when it didn’t. I met Terrence when I was 24. He had charm, smooth words, and the kind of laugh that made strangers turn their heads. He was funny, spontaneous, and had just enough ambition to make you believe he might be going somewhere—eventually. I had goals. I was building a career, supporting my family, taking care of aging parents, running errands, cooking, cleaning, managing bills, and preparing to start a family of my own. He said he admired my drive. Said I inspired him. But somewhere between “I do” and “I’m done,” that adm...