Donning rubber gloves, the wife does washing of clothes and dishes

Donning rubber gloves, the wife does washing of clothes and dishes... (plus cutlery, pots pans, et cetera) in the kitchenette sink. She started what would immediately become a first and last generation tradition (the spouse as washer woman and scullery maid) soon after we moved here eight years ago come July 1st, 2025. I trumpet her pioneer spirit to apply elbow grease (to tackle tough heavily stained articles of clothing (after her weary cowboy husband comes back home on the range after a hot day rustling cattle) think underwear of mine - whereat even bleach falls short of removing stubborn noticeable discoloration) such gusto similarly applied to glassware or cookware caked with crusty hardened food. After washing wearable goods, she squeezes the excess water from saturated item(s) and drapes still moderately wet garment over drying racks despite the availability of clothes washers and dryers here on the premises of Highland Manor Apartments. Though she continues to threaten with colorful epithets never to wash my clothes ever again, her words ring hollow when some time elapses and... guess what? yepper, her hands slide down into the behavioral sink and I make sure to acknowledge gratitude, yet admit to falling short of filling in the blank (with a select response), when she asks me what will I give her in return. Earlier in our almost thirty year marriage, we (I more so than the wife) used to be conditional and if asked a favor, the immediate response from yours truly (me) just so happened to be what do I get in return? That Pavlovian feedback loop occurred way before my libido took a kamikaze dive, into a suicide mission a strong suspicion arises (but I dare not utter a premature ejaculation) videlicet that being adverse effects linkedin with one or more of the nine prescription medications ingested for mental health issues such as anxiety, dysthymia, obsessive compulsive disorder, and palmar hyperhidrosis could be the only logical explanation, and interestingly enough, I breathe a sigh of relief cuz all to often sexual fantasies ofttimes filled every waking and sleeping hour of mine.