They say marriage requires compromise, but my husband Jake took this concept to absurd new levels. Inspired by his know-it-all single friend Steve, Jake decided I needed strict guidelines to become a “better wife.” His printed schedule included everything from dawn workouts to nightly gourmet dinners – as if I didn’t already work full-time.
At first, I was furious. Then inspiration struck. If Jake wanted perfection, I’d show him exactly what that would cost. My detailed counter-proposal outlined the price tag for his fantasy: luxury groceries, personal chefs, maid service, and compensation for my lost salary. The grand total? More than our annual income.
When Jake saw the numbers, his arrogant demeanor crumbled. “I didn’t realize…” he stammered, finally understanding how unreasonable his demands were. That night we had our first honest conversation in months, discussing how Steve’s toxic advice had poisoned our relationship. We burned both lists in the backyard, a symbolic end to Jake’s brief but misguided attempt to “improve” me.
The experience taught us both valuable lessons – me about creative problem-solving, and Jake about respecting his partner. Now when Steve offers relationship advice, Jake just laughs and changes the subject.
