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But only art warms my heart. I wasn't born to be a housewife, to wait for my husband to come home from work with a beautiful dinner and a seductive bed. And then grow old with that husband leaving, leaving us for a young girl, while we grow old looking after the children on our own, and letting go of our dreams. I know that many, many women find fulfillment this way. Being their husbands' best partner. The support that they recognize, love and return that love. But nowadays many don't recognize these partners. They don't see that without their support behind the scenes, they wouldn't have gotten very far.

he said, eyes dancing with amusement. I frowned, mock-serious, shaking my head. “No. I want to cook. I can’t just sit around all day. That’s not me. I’m also not some big career woman, never wanted that. I just… I want to make our home feel alive. I want to be a housewife but then one that goes to fashion shows, events, organize little parties… that’s my thing.” He tilted his head, lips quirking into a mock-sad expression that made me laugh even harder, “The Rossi life isn’t exactly glamorous, Mrs. Rossi,” he said, eyes glinting with mischief.

I really had no idea. But judging by these photographs, she was living a dull life. She didn’t have a job, and the only thing she did was walk down the market to gather food to cook meals for her and her brother. She busied herself taking care of the house and the laundry. She was basically a housewife in the 1800s. No way she could be happy.

It's okay I just hope I don't get into situations I won't be able to get out of it, because these things are becoming even more scary. Felt a lot, much better and I decided to walk around the house to do a little survey, and in the process, I found out we were out of groceries and the refrigerator was almost empty and it was Saturday . Just wondering what that young lady does in the house outside cooking and taking care of the kids. Cause there is no single thing that shows someone is actually working in the house, more reason I'm never a fan of domestic staff, I do my little best and leave the rest.

I don’t have any problem with my previous life as a homemaker. I worked hard to provide a comfortable environment for my husband and my daughters. Yes, I’d always aspired to more, but being a housewife, in general is not something to be ashamed of. The way this reporter is turning her nose up at me, saying the term with such distain, really gets under my skin, even more so than the dirty looks and scornful glances of the other reporters. “I was a housewife,” I say, attempting to be calm even with my rising annoyance. “Now I am a reporter for Harbinger News Company.”

I blame my wife, if was nicer, if she had soared the girl five minutes of attention, I wouldn't have to make backup plans like this. Alessandra Part of being a housewife is shopping, apparently. My house staff does everything around the house, thank God because I couldn't run a household to save my life. After yesterday's 'lucky shot' at least that's what my husband and his cousin are calling it, it wasn't lucky, I'm an excellent sniper, I can shoot from further distances but I had to sell the story of a curious wife playing with her husband's gun.

"Did stay-at-home moms really create zero value?" "The cheapest live-in nanny in the city costs at least 15,000 per month." "A full-time housewife not only does the work of a nanny, but also takes on the role of a home tutor and a social butterfly, inside and out, all-around." "We couldn't say a word, because if we did, it would be considered complaining, and we would be asked, 'Who made you choose this path in the first place?'" "I also asked myself, why did I end up becoming a full-time housewife, why did I have to make myself so regretful."

So I can't really imagine why is she like this to me now. I came home tired not from work but from thinking. I immediately went to Mara in our daughter’s room. I saw my wife's back standing in baby Tanya's crib. I wen to her and hug her from behind. This is what I need after all the stressful thinking. She caress my face. "My husband looks very tired." I was happy by the tenderness of her voice. My husband My husband My husband It was nice to hear my wife say that over and over again.

It's almost 9 am, I'm hungry and I'm sure my husband is hungry too. I left the room first to heat up our food. I don't want us to hire a helper here because I can do the housework. Auntie won't allow me to hire a helper because I'm the wife and I have to take care, and do chores here. She says it's my responsibility as a wife. I know she just wants to torture me and then she also wants me to regret becoming her son's wife. But of course, that won't happen, I'm lucky to have a caring and loving husband like him, so why should I regret it?

For a moment, he flounders for the words… "… a professional wife, that is of course, an option for you. If it's what you want, I'm sure looking after this house and its grounds would keep you busy. Such a home is a full-time career in its own right." My mouth flaps open. Then closed again. "A professional wife? Master, I wouldn't know where to start."