What a Bargain!
My husband has been out of work for seven months. Once I finally realized that we could live on my salary alone, I chilled out about him not having a job.
He washes all of our clothes and divides them into boy and girl piles. He does all of the dishes and puts them away. He makes dinner and he takes out the trash. When I say I want to quit my job, he doesn’t remind me that he’s been looking for a long time and there’s nothing out there. He holds me and says we’ll figure it out.
I watched him sleeping this morning, his lips puckered so he could breathe through his mouth, his face smashed into the pillow. I thought about all of the things I pay for in life that I love. My house. My car. My books. My clothes.
Secret Fifty, Revealed. If women had to pay for husbands, mine would belong to a much richer woman than me. I’m happy to pay the price tag of our rent and bills to have him all to myself for the rest of my life.
