She doesn't want to go.  A week overseas.  The trip of a lifetime.  She doesn't want to go. She must have said it about 50 times.  I keep nodding and saying "I know."  She has all these grandios plans of cleaning the house before we leave...things that MUST be done.  But she doesn't want to go so she won't do them.  So I do them.  Then she yells at me that I'm not doing enough. The trip of a lifetime.  It's going to be a fucking disaster.  Sigh.