My hidden truth

I am so glad that there are spots online where I can be honest about things, because I need to get something off of my chest. I absolutely hate the thought of cleaning up my apartment.

I hate everything about chores and cleaning in general. I wish that I can find a partner simply so that he can do the cleaning.

I am someone that is probably labeled a bad woman by society's standards simply because I don't want to cook or clean.

I have went several months at a time without mopping and I have been known to go for at least 2 weeks without washing my dishes and I can't even tell you how long it has been since I washed out my bathtub.

I am someone who makes attempts every now and then to clean and even when I do that, it's such a grating task.

I wish that I had enough money to hire a cleaning lady, so that I don't have to do it.

I work from home and the first thing that I want to do in the morning is start working but then I am forced to clean first and I don't want to clean.

I am not someone who gets happy when a new tupperware set is released or when a new mop is released and whereas I know that makes me a bad woman, that is exactly who I am.

I have never been someone who likes to clean and that stretches back even in my youth. I used to have crying fits when my mother wanted me to wash dishes.

I swear to god if I had the money to eat doordash or ubereats 3 or more times a day, I would do it in a heartbeat.

I am not sure if I feel this way about cleaning because of my depression or just laziness or a combination of both of these things but my god, I hate cleaning and cooking with every fiber of my being.

I want so badly to just find a man that is rich and get pregnant by him and get on the 18 year installment plan, so that I can have enough money to pay people to do all the ** that I don't want to do.

I am going to go away now and continue to fake the funk.