I buried the last one who was here, who sounded like you, in my backyard. He didn’t stand a chance. I punished him for not being absent. He dismantled me. And, the deep unconditional love I never reciprocated is embedded in me as lifetime guilt.
But the truth is there are ladies who really don’t mind ensuring that their man’s underwear was clean by doing the job themselves, hand or machine wash. Maybe the idea is that they can do a much better job than a man in the art of washing the undies.