The honeymoon? O-V-E-R

What is it with men? Married, in particular? Why do they revert back to teenagers when they get hitched--doing whatever is asked of them half-assed, if at all? We women get called "the ol' ball and chain" or "the old lady" when we should be Worshipped. Every. Day. Lavished with flowers and jewelry for getting out of bed in the morning. Because we:
Feed them
Wash their clothes
Clean the house
Take care of the kids (if applicable)
Keep the house stocked with necessities
Take care of them when they're sick
Make appointments for them
Constantly. pick. up. after. them.
(insert other things I forgot to mention above)
....plus go to work

Why am I griping, you ask? Because I live with a man. And ever since he acquired the title "husband", he has proceeded to forget everything except how to eat, watch TV, go to bed, and go to work. I ask him to empty the dishwasher (because he can't see the pile of dirty dishes on the counter), and he does empty it...but not put the dirty dishes in. He goes downstairs and puts a load of laundry in the dryer....after taking a still-mildly-damp load out and leaving it on top of the dryer, instead of bringing it upstairs. He'll walk past or over something twenty times, and when I point it out, he says he "didn't see it". I'll go out and get him dinner at 9:30 at night, but when he's on his way home from work at lunchtime, he won't call and ask me if I want anything. And if start complaining, pointing things out time and again? I get the eye roll. Apparently all a husband should have to do is: Work. Mow the lawn. Shovel snow. Take out the garbage. And watch TV the rest of the time.

I admit, this is the longest I've ever been with one man consistently (three years), all previous boyfriends were dumped when they became too much of a hassle to deal with. But I thought this one was a keeper. He had all the markings of a keeper. But somewhere along the line in the past year of marriage, I lost my hand (Seinfeld reference). All the things he used to do regularly...laundry, dishes, etc., I now do. Crabbily (well, it's a word now). It is a decidedly unequal partnership, and I'm getting the short end of the stick. And try as I might to train him, change him back to the way he was, it isn't working. All I end up doing is getting madder and madder, until I do something like....throw a clean load of his laundry on top of him while he's asleep.

Yeah, I did that.