Receipt for a 50-50 Marriage
I begged my husband for weeks before he finally agreed to come with me to my prenatal appointment.
The whole time, he just stood there with his hands buried in his pockets, watching me coldly as I handled everything on my own—paying the bills, checking in at the front desk, running around like crazy until I was completely overwhelmed.
The second I walked into the exam room, he vanished into thin air.
And to top it off, he took off in my car, leaving me to take the bus home by myself.
As soon as I got on the bus, my phone buzzed.
He'd sent me a screenshot of a receipt:
[Companionship fee: 50 dollars]
[Round-trip gas: 7 dollars]
[Total: 57 dollars]
There was also a voice message attached.
"Our marriage is strictly fifty-fifty. What does your pregnancy checkup have to do with me? Why should I give up my day off to go to the hospital with you?"
Listening to that icy message, I suddenly remembered the way he once got down on his knees in front of me, begging me to help pay for his education.
I was so angry, I just started laughing.
Fine then. If this was a fifty-fifty marriage, it was time to settle the score!