Housewife Romane & Geschichten

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.

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.”

"For personal assistant, I don't know anyone that need a assistant" Ruth said, "Do you know where I can get a job as a housekeeper or housemaid?" Doyin asked, "Why do you choose to work as a maid, are you not a graduate?" Ruth asked, "Yes, I'm a graduate, but I have my reasons for choosing to work as a maid" Doyin said, "But house chores used to be tedious and tiring" Ruth said, "You are right, but my job In the house Is not just a maid, but a maid to a widower, a single dad, or a maid to a elderly men, and that's how I can make fast cash" Doyin explained,

Estelle's face was blank as a child's when she replied, "As the madonna of the house, your main job, or should I say your only job, is to keep your household running like the well-oiled machine it's supposed to be. You look after the kids, take care of your husband's needs, cook for him, make sure his clothes are pressed—" "So basically, I'm just his housekeeper?" Marybeth interjected, shaking her head incredulously when she realised this was exactly how Austin had pitched their union. "Housekeepers don't get black cards!" Hadley scoffed as she slammed her cup on the table, a bit of her imported South Korean tea trickling onto the saucer.

I ended up living in Sylvius's big mansion. The house is for ourselves as he released all his staff. Instead, he just hires a cleaning group to clean the entire house twice a week. It's as if I've become the mistress of his mansion, well, it's as if I already am, because he's still my daughter's husband. I'm now the one who cooks for us, and laundry is easy because of his high-tech automatic washing machine. Of course, my favourite thing of all is working in the garden.

Besides, she can't stop now… just a few minutes and she was sure she would crack it. "Mum, can't you tell Aunt Maya to do that for you? You know I am studying for my final exams," Jessica complained, still focused on what she was doing. Jessica always wondered why her mother likes to prepare the meal all by herself despite being the wife of a multi-billionaire. They have more than a hundred workers in the huge mansion each assigned to different significant and insignificant tasks, yet she doesn't allow any of them to prepare the meals for the family. According to her, it makes her feel fulfilled as a mother and housewife to cater to her family!

Celine loves her husband but she feels that making love to her husband is a one time business not a regular business,and she prefers going to her business to make more money than staying at home playing and cooking for her husband,she feels it's a waste of time, that's why she brought in a maid to cook and take care of the house when she is not around,but her husband doesn't like the idea,but she can't do the way he wants, cause of her business,she thought

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."

Hi, Miss Andrea, I'm Edna your new house keeper is there anything you want me to cook for you for lunch" "thanks, and by the way I'm also an employee in this house, I'm not superior to the both of you if I want food, I'd just fix it myself"

Javier: "...." Was that woman his wife? From this distance, Javier could not see Suzie's whole figure or her face. The light from the yard was the only thing that illuminated the figure who was fixing the gate. Javier knew that his wife was amazing, capable, and could do anything. Including house chores, carpentry, gardening, and cooking. But he never saw it in real life until now. The image was...a bit out of place but marvelous. Who would fix a broken gate while wearing a gown?