A girl grows up learning how to run a home.
A boy grows up learning that someone will run it for him.
She learns to cook, clean, organise, remember, anticipate, care. Even after marriage, she is expected to keep learning—his preferences, his family, his routines, his way of doing things.
He may enter marriage without knowing how to cook a meal, operate the washing machine, organise a child’s school bag, or notice what needs to be done next.
And somehow, “I don’t know how” becomes an excuse.
Nobody says, “You are an adult. Learn.”
Instead, someone else does it.
Usually, her.
So when she works, she comes home to another workplace.
And when she doesn’t work outside the home, she becomes the full-time workforce inside it—only nobody calls it work.
She is expected to do it quietly.
If she gets angry, she is difficult.
If she gets exhausted, she is complaining.
If she asks for help, she is demanding.
If she wants time for herself, she is selfish.
Meanwhile, a man can put his feet up, scroll his phone, pursue his hobbies, or simply say, “I don’t feel like doing anything today.”
And nobody questions his right to rest.
Perhaps we have been asking the wrong question all along.
Not “Why can’t women handle everything?”
But:
“Why weren’t men taught to handle their share?”
Home is not a woman’s department.
It is the place where two adults live.
And responsibility is not something a man helps a woman with.
It is something an adult learns to carry.