Being A Housewife Novels & Stories

She wouldn't let her bully her into what she did not do because she was poor. Watching them leave the house dressed in fine attires, a feeling of jealousy sparked within her but she shoved it away. The reality was seemingly beginning to dawn her. Being a housewife meant being a stay at home woman and this morning wasn't just going to be the first time she'd sit back and watch the other women of the house dress beautifully for work while she has to stay back and look after the house. It was........ Going to become such a sad and boring life for her.

Aziza said. “Ma sha Allah, at least you will have time to relax. Don’t you think you should get the service of a house maid?” The woman asked her and she swallowed hard. “Do you think it is necessary mami? I don’t do much ooo?” Aziza said to her mother in law. “What is the not too much you are not doing?” the woman asked her. “You cook, clean, take care of the kids and your husband… you go to the market? What is that not too much you don’t do, you are also Habeebullah teacher?” Her mother asked her and Aziza swallowed hard.

But little did she knew, that there is nothing like 'un-wife'. She brushed her teeth and then discarded the T-shirt in the laundry basket. Getting inside the shower she turned on the faucet and stood under it. 'They are very bad, I will tell them to un-wife me, I don't want to live with them, they don't need a wife but a toy because they like to push and pull, once I will have money I will buy barbie dolls for them so they can do whatever they want to do with her, either push or pull, they can even change her dress too instead of tearing it, but will they look good playing with a Barbie at such age? Why do I care? They hurt me.' she was angrily thinking about them while rubbing herself by a

she said. "I know Ava, but I just want to keep myself busy." "You are such a kind and humble lady ma'am, not everyone in your position as Jake's wife will ever want to do the house chores." she chips in. I smile, if only she knew what I went through in this house. Me and my poor mother and now I don't even know where my mum is. "Come on, we need to prepare breakfast," I cut in and she nodded.

I responded. “Well, this is my house.. and every room here. .belongs to me.” She answered. I was quiet for a while, wondering what to say to her. “You should be awake, doing the chores, doing the dishes.. like every responsible house wife should do.” She spoke with disgust evident in her voice. “Apparently, I am not one. By the way, it is the duty of a maid to do all the chores you listed.” I responded defiantly. “No, dear. It is your duty as my son’s wife to do the things that would make him happy and comfortable including making sure his house is neat and well arranged and everything is in order. “

she repeated the question she always asked. According to her, a wife's duties were only three: first, to serve her husband in bed, second, to give birth and raise children, and third, to be a housewife. I hung up the phone and didn't want to answer anymore. "Who was it?" Eddie asked, looking concerned. I just shook my head. I didn't want to explain this to Eddie right now.

She felt like a housewife, cooking and waiting for her husband to get home from work and she had to laugh at the image of that. She had nothing against housewives, but she was never going to be one, because she preferred going out to work, as it made her feel fulfilled. Staying at home all day felt very boring to her. She and Nora were alike in that aspect. All the same, it felt good to anticipate Sean's arrival from work. and when he finally got back home, looking worn from the day's work, she ran him a bath and served him his meal, basking in the look of appreciation, and effusive thanks that he gave to her.

“Kate would have still been alive” “I'm not saying you being a housewife is a bad thing Tiff but look at you, you're still young and vibrant, and you've got many more years ahead of you Tiff. Don't waste the time, cooped up at home, being a housewife”, Stephanie advised.

"Are you trying to claim it was you? Ma'am, don't let vanity get the best of you. How could a housewife who doesn't earn a cent influence a corporate foundation? You have the nerve to say it, but I don't have the stomach to listen." My expression darkened. "A stay-at-home mother might not earn a salary, but that doesn't mean her labor is valueless." "A nanny, a private tutor, a professional organizer, a therapist, a chef—you know the annual salaries for these roles perfectly well. A housewife combines all these talents to serve a family, yet her husband fails to provide a corresponding wage. That is the husband's incompetence, not the wife's failure." I looked her straight in the eye. "Hanna

Even if he was a returned prodigal son now, it couldn't guarantee that he would never get tired of the marriage. In case he would get tired of the marriage one day and flirt with other girls, Lisa would not have to worry about him if she was independent. Lisa listened to me and said decisively, "Of course, I won't be a full-time wife. I can't even do housework and cook. How can I be a full-time wife?" "If you marry him, you will be a rich lady, so you don't have to do these things. You can only raise flowers, walk dogs, do spa, and watch TV series every day."