Being A Housewife Novels & Stories

I'm sorry. "No it's okay. I switched from modelling to cooking when I got married. I own a restaurant down town but I don't usually go there since I have chefs working for me. My personal maid Clarissa handles management too so I'm mostly at home. I'm sure you were probably curious about me since I'm the only stay at home member at home. Everyone else is involved in the family business and here I am. A full time housewife" "Well…there's nothing wrong in being a full time housewife if it's what you want. I mean after all, you have a loving husband and a cute son so you're lucky"

"Not that I don't want you to do that. I just really can't believe that a lazy brat, Ava Whitlock, is doing her wife's duty." "Gosh, I'm just doing this, for the sake of our families and to my company as well. I don't want you to think that I'm useless in your life. So just let me do what I'm doing. Besides, I don't have a choice. We don't have a maid. So, no one else will do the household chores but me, right?" "Okay. At least I won't have too much trouble explaining to you. Good thing that you already know what those responsibilities are inside and outside the house. So, does-"

If she was lazy, it wouldn't be too bad to be a housewife either! "My injuries are not that serious. They are not even deep. I don't have to go to the hospital! I have my husband to take care of me. The only reason I work is to pass the time! There would be less trouble if there were fewer people. I will listen to whatever you say, but don't make me stay at home and do nothing. I will wither! Why don't we go back to how it was before? When we are free, you can take me out for a meal! I will be happy!" If she stayed at home for two months, she would be disengaged from society and be a good-for-nothing. Although she was always one step behind, she had to quicken her pace to keep up with him.

"Yes, doing household chores is normal. But in such a big house like this? And you're all alone? Where's Manang Anding, anyway? Don't tell me your fake husband also send her away?" "Oh, goodness, Soffi! Why are you so worked up about this? I gave Manang the day off so she could rest from taking care of Melody. Besides, I can handle cleaning the entire house by myself. Stop being so exaggerated!" I could see that she still had a lot to say, but thankfully, she just made a face and remained silent. My days continued. I'm living my new normal life as a married woman. Although it's not as ordinary as the lives of other married women, I can still feel that my life has changed after the wedding.

He was the one I gave my all to but he tossed me aside when he was tired of me. I could barely provide two meals per day for my siblings because of the nature of my job. I wasn't an illiterate but I couldn't land the perfect job because I had no experience. I was the typical housewife when I was married. What I could find as the highest paying job was the job of a part-time housekeeper. I loved my job because it gave me time to learn other skills and carry out other little tasks for which I got paid.

I said, admitting, I mean, I, too, had experienced that harsh reality firsthand. "Well... It wasn't until I met you that I started acting like a teenager. Before that, I was like a mother to my younger brother, and to my father, I was the woman of the house. I was not that kind of wife, but I was responsible for managing the household, the kitchen, and even the money. To the men, I was like the lady of the house. You have no idea how happy I am to have someone with more skills and maturity close to me," she said.

She handed me a coffee without a word and gave me a look that said everything. The work resumed and it was good work. Real and demanding and exactly the kind of thing I had wanted for myself in the years I spent convincing myself that being a housewife was fulfilling enough. It was not that being a housewife was beneath anyone. It was that I had never chosen it freely. I had fallen into it because someone else's life had needed filling and I was convenient and willing and too in love with the idea of being needed to ask myself what I actually needed. Now I knew.

I told her calmly. "So you cannot cook the food yourself? George is the one who needs to cook for you?" She asked me and I could tell she was angry. She shook her head, "Don’t you know it is a woman's duty to cook for her husband as a housewife and take care of your child and family? With the way you are behaving do you even know what it means to be a woman?" she told me harshly. I bit my tongue because I didn’t want to reply. I don’t want to start exchanging words with this woman.

Everyone enjoys praise, and she was no exception. "Back then, I wasn't just managing the household," she said. "I was also raising three boys and handling everything from their daily routines to their education. And, of course, maintaining a healthy marriage takes just as much effort." She paused momentarily. Her expression turned wistful and she continued, "People think being a rich man's wife means a life of leisure and luxury. Honestly, it's more exhausting than having a full-time job." Miranda looked surprised. "A job?"

She started by pressuring me to quit my job, have kids, and be a housewife. I pushed back at first, but then Owen got on board, asking me to do the same. Besides, he started treating me even better and promised he'd bring in the money while I just kicked back at home. I bought into all his sweet talk, quit my job, and became a housewife. I never expected that after getting married, I'd be hit with an endless cycle of frustration and heartache. Every morning, I woke up early to make breakfast. After everyone had eaten, I would do the laundry, mop the floors, and wash the dishes.