Being A Housewife Novels & Stories

Humiliation held my tongue captive. My silence only made him impatient. "Are you going to cry again? Is that all you know how to do?" His gaze sharpened, towering over me like a Beta scolding an Omega. "Grace, you're a grown woman, yet all you ever think about is that. Maybe you wouldn't be so desperate if you weren't so idle! "Doing the same thing with the same person always—don't you ever get bored?" The words echoed in my head, but the real blow had landed long before tonight. Our neighbor, Amy Reed's voice slithered back into my mind.

"I really can't say no Nathan... You helped me and without you, I would have never been here. I'll help you." Nathan swore he heard his wife shrieked. He ignored it since it eas only the concern of a loving wife. She saw the rational, even if she wouldn't say it. "Thanks for taking care of my mother. How's she coping?" "Frankly, she's been withdrawn. She hits well but you know... She hardly talks and she spends a lot of her time upstairs." Rodriguez's wife stated. Nathan momentarily doubted who made his drink. "But she made this right?" He asked, raising his drink high for her to see what he was talking about.

Just like me, who is said to prefer being the type of housewife. It's enough for me, just socializing once in a while, while taking the kids to school, shopping at the market or maybe buying something at the nearest market. But thank God, if there is a group of residents, I try to attend if possible. I can feel and imagine how troublesome it would be if I had to join the gathering or just hang out, right, I might not be able to take care of three children well.

I can just end it before I even get together with someone. “Nothing much. Just gardening. Learning to cook,” I answer. “Since I am not earning well, I need to have cheap hobbies.” I am lying. Learning to cook is cheap IF I’m only using simple ingredients. Gardening is cheap IF I am not buying some expensive seeds and fertilizers. “That’s great! It prepares you for being a housewife.”

"Miss Xianna, you're still too immature. I don't think being a housewife is bad, nor earning one's own money is nobler. It's just the difference in one's role in marriage. My husband is the breadwinner while I take care of the household. If there happens to be a day when he no longer wants to be the breadwinner, I can still switch with him and be the breadwinner instead. I won't look down on him for being the househusband since I can still care for him." Stella followed up by switching the topic. "On the other hand, I detest NEETs that can't earn money and have to depend on their parents, yet they could be very vocal about being independent."

That's why I chose her to be a housekeeper since she was only 17 year I remember the first time I met Lana at a domestic workers agency. I need it to do all household chores, from mopping floors, sweeping, washing, to cooking. Since I have my own boutique, I've been busy with sewing and all the characteristics of the customers that I meet every day. And Lana is really good at playing her role so I can focus on taking care of my work without neglecting household matters.

Now not only did I do them - they were my whole life! Was I goofing off? No way! There wasn't a job on earth that would have me working this hard! I couldn't believe maintaining one little apartment could be so complicated. Could you imagine a whole house? Talk about the chronic disappointment. You wash clothes, somebody wears them, you make beds, somebody sleeps in them, the more you cook, the more dishes you have to scrub. All your accomplishments reset to zero. How could every housewife in the world live like this? I had sworn that I would never be a housewife!

And just like that, Natasha and I became close. We exchanged numbers the day after our hair appointments, and for almost two weeks we would meet every weekend for brunch, lunch or just simple strolls in the park. I learn much from her about her husband, because she would confide in me about him. She claims that it is exhausting being a house wife due to his demands. But really I think she is just lazy, and they have maids so she doesn't have to do much.

It's been three weeks since he and she no longer share a bed. After being discharged from the hospital, she was taken by Kylie to the house he bought for two people. As for me, I've always been at the company and never returned. Yes, it's just a matter of stopping by to get some things and then leaving. She lived alone in a large, lonely house. Her employer also gave her more or less leave. There was only one housekeeper about the same age as her father and two servants only a few years older than her in this house.

She asks. “Well, I haven’t thought about yet.” And it’s true. All my life I’ve only wanted to survive, and I didn’t really have anything I wanted to do until now. “So, what have you been doing before this?” “I was a housewife,” I stated matter of factly. “Then before that?” “You mean, before Shadow?” she nods. “I was a domestic worker,” I muttered. “Okay. What do you want to specialize in, like your dream job?” she asks.