This was an issue in my marriage. Neither of us wanted me to wear the pants but I felt like somebody had to wear them. I've been on my own a looooong time. For my high school graduation present my parents bought me a set of luggage. So when something needs to be done in my home I've always had to do it. I tried to appreciate the fact that a man needs to feel needed. But here the pants were hanging in the closet--balled up in the back of the bottom drawer. I could not sit tight with that. I figure if I have to wear the pants then I might as well be single especially if the man is going to take his frustration out on me because he is spineless and cant't hang with being a man. There's something in me that long's to reverence a reverent man--to be his cheerleader--to be submissive without being subservient--obedient without being obsequious. That's my desire.