{"id":1660,"date":"2024-07-20T18:01:31","date_gmt":"2024-07-20T17:01:31","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/news5.chainityai.com\/?p=1660"},"modified":"2024-07-20T18:01:33","modified_gmt":"2024-07-20T17:01:33","slug":"my-husband-who-earns-less-than-me-forced-me-to-take-a-second-job-so-i-chose-one-thatd-teach-him-a-lesson","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/news5.chainityai.com\/?p=1660","title":{"rendered":"My Husband, Who Earns Less than Me, Forced Me to Take a Second Job \u2014 So I Chose One That’d Teach Him a Lesson"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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When Lisa’s husband, Tom, starts hounding her about getting a second job, she becomes suspicious of his reasoning. Finally, fed up with his nagging, Lisa gets a job. Once there, Lisa learns a horrible truth about her husband.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In our home, I’m the one who makes more money. It hadn’t been an issue before, but recently, my husband Tom has been pressuring me to take a second job.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A woman holding her head | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You don’t even leave the house to work, so you cannot possibly be as tired as I am at the end of the day,” Tom said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“But you’re a mechanic, Tom,” I retaliated. “You run your own business. And you take three days off just because you have people to do the job.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Let’s just table this conversation,” he said dismissively.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A man working on a car | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And for a few weeks, we did table the conversation. I hoped that he wouldn’t bring it up again because I couldn’t understand why it was even a conversation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Are you struggling financially, Lisa?” my mother asked me when I told her about Tom’s suggestion over a mother-daughter pasta date.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A smiling mother and daughter duo | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“No, not at all,” I replied. “Look, we’re not difficult people, we’re not fancy, so our lives are easy to manage and sustain. It’s the fact that Tom was really pushing for this.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Do you think his business isn’t doing well?” she asked, sipping on her drink.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A cocktail on a table | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“That can’t be it,” I replied. “I’ve seen the number of cars that come in and out on a weekly basis. It’s enough to turn a profit. And he’s been employing new staff constantly. That’s also a good thing.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Then what is it?” my mother asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I have no idea,” I said, adding more grated parmesan onto my pasta. “But I do know that I don’t have the time for a second job. I cook and clean in between sitting at my laptop. I do groceries during my lunch breaks, and I take the dogs to the vet or whatever during those times, too. I just can’t see it working out.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A man working on a car | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You have to tell him, darling,” my mother said. “You have to make it known that you cannot take on an added responsibility that’s going to leave your cup empty.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Everything was fine until we decided that it would be better to sell my car and buy a new one.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I told you, Lisa,” Tom said over dinner one night. “You need to get that second job.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A couple sitting at the dinner table | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He cut into his steak, his knife grating against the fork.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Why me?” I asked, incredulous. “I already work long hours, and my job is exhausting. I have to look at a screen the entire day and pay attention. By the end of the day, my eyes are sore and my brain is exhausted. And then I have to worry about dinner and laundry and everything else.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A woman sitting on the floor with laundry | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Your job is easy, Lisa,” he replied. “You’re trying to make it seem worse than it is. You work from home, remember? You don’t have to leave this house. And you don’t get as tired as I do because you’re not getting beneath cars every single day.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I was stunned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Why don’t you get another job? You can do it on the days you have off!”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A shocked woman | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Because, then, Lisa,” he said slowly, as if speaking to a child, “I’d miss bowling with my friends!”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He said it as if it was the most logical reason in the world.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Seriously? It was the stupidest reason in the world to me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A man at a bowling alley | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Fine,” I said. “I’ll look around.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My husband looked as though Christmas had come early.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Good,” he said. “That settles it.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A close-up of a smiling man | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I watched as he picked up his plate and left it on the kitchen counter, not even trying to empty the rest of the food into the garbage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

If he wanted me to find a second job, I would. But I knew that he would hate what I had in mind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The next day, as Tom left for work, he popped his head into my home office.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A plate with food | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Don’t forget to start looking for a job,” he said. “And try harder with my work overalls, Lisa. There are some grease stains that refuse to come out. It’s embarrassing.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With that, he walked out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Goodbye to you, too,” I muttered as he walked away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A woman sitting at her desk | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then, I went onto the bowling alley website. It was the place that Tom and his friends played at. I had always wondered why they frequented the little place because it was dark and unwelcoming to me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Oh, come on, Lisa,” Jill said. “We both know that Tom and Marcus go for the waitresses in the short dresses.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Marcus was Tom’s best friend, and Jill was his wife. Once, we had all been invited to the bowling alley for the venue’s anniversary, and after Jill and I saw the place, we never went back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A waitress at a bowling alley | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My plan was simple: get a job at the bowling alley for the night shifts and make my husband jealous enough to regret his suggestion.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

On my first day at the bowling alley, a Wednesday, which was the weekly bowling night for Tom and his friends, I asked him if he was going bowling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Are you going to the bowling alley tonight? Do you want to have dinner at home before you go?” I asked casually, as I made some breakfast.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A woman cooking | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Yeah, probably,” he said, not looking up from his phone. “Make some fish and chips or something like that.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Fine,” I said with a smile. “See you there!”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His eyes finally met mine, confusion flickering across his face, but he shrugged it off.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A close-up of a man | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Oh, you have no idea what you’re in for,” I said to myself as he walked out the door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That evening, I arrived at the bowling alley in my new uniform: a tight, short dress that left little to the imagination. I couldn’t imagine that my husband would be fine with me wearing such a thing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I’m sorry about the uniform,” Ursula, the manager, said. “I’ve tried to make changes and even add stockings or leggings to it, but the owner is adamant that it stay like this.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A bowling alley | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“That’s just a sick thought,” I said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I tended the drink stall, occasionally leaning over to fry the miniature donuts that were quite popular among the teenagers bowling away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I saw Tom arrive alone and start playing by himself. As the first hour went by and the teenagers began to leave to meet their curfews, the men began to get rowdy. As expected, the men began to hit on me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Finally, my husband spotted me, his eyes darkening as he watched the attention.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“What the hell, Lisa?” Tom stormed over, eyes blazing. “What are you doing?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A close-up of an angry man | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I’m working, Tom,” I said with a smirk. “You wanted me to get a second job, remember?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“This isn’t what I meant!” he yelled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Well, I’m getting great tips,” I retorted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My husband’s jaw clenched.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Quit. Now,” he barked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“We need the money,” I said, walking away to serve another table.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A waitress holding a bottle | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tom went back to bowling, not wanting to cause a bigger scene. But I knew that the moment my shift was over, he would be back on the topic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He kept glancing at me every few minutes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

About halfway through my shift, Ursula approached me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Is he bothering you too?” she asked, nodding toward Tom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A manager at a bowling alley | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“What do you mean?” I asked, puzzled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ursula sighed a deep sigh.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“That man has seduced almost all the waitresses here. One even had his child two weeks ago. I heard that she’s after him for child support now. Apparently she did a paternity test to prove it and all.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I knew that Ursula had no idea that I was married to Tom, so there wasn’t a need to lie or mask the truth. What she had just told me was a version of Tom that I didn’t know existed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A close-up of a newborn baby | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So, that’s why he wanted me to get a second job. He wanted me to pay for his child support.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I marched over to Tom, ignoring the eyes of the other patrons.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You’re a disgusting human!” I screamed, slapping him hard across the face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“What the hell, Lisa?” he yelled, holding his cheek.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A couple arguing | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You’ve been involved with the waitresses here?! And one just had your baby?” I spat, tears streaming down my face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tom’s face went pale.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I can explain,” he stammered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I don’t care,” I said. “I don’t want to hear it. You will pack your things and get out tonight. Tomorrow, I will file for divorce.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I stormed out of the bowling alley, my heart shattered. Who was the man that I had married?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A shocked man | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

What would you have done?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

If you enjoyed this story, here’s another one for you |<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I Caught My Husband with His Mistress in a Hotel \u2014 This Is a Romantic Trip They Will Never Forget<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n
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A smiling couple standing by a window | Source: Unsplash<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When Eliza’s 10th wedding anniversary comes around, she hopes that Tom will take her away for a romantic getaway. But when he forgets about their anniversary and needs to work, she turns it into a girls’ weekend, only for her to see that Tom’s business trip is a rendezvous with his mistress.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Read the full story here<\/a>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided \u201cas is,\u201d and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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