We used to keep the empty laundry baskets on a shelf that was just over my shoulder height. He would leave them all stacked together and pile used towels in the top one. When it came time for me to do laundry, I would struggle to lift them all and get to the empty baskets I needed to help me sort. Over and over, I asked him put the towels in an unstacked basket next to the stack of empty ones (there was room for both) explaining how much I struggled but he never "remembered". He acknowledged the request each time but never changed his behavior.
I don't know why this crossed my mind today. Maybe because I'm puzzling all the little ways that I made his life easier or more enjoyable, all the ways I paid attention to his wants and needs, and the only examples I can come up about him are ways he made my life harder. I had forgotten about this example until this evening.
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