Following last week’s post about how my dad shaped me into the (good) wife that I am, I received a backlash from Sven who said that it wasn’t really my place to say I was a good wife since only he is my husband and only he can opine on whether I’m a good wife or not.
(By the way, the aforementioned post made it on the homepage of Huffington Post Dads, so I guess some people thought it was ok to call myself a good wife.)
However, to make it “even,” I’ve asked Sven to opine on a few ways I am NOT a good wife:
- I’m cranky in the morning. Like, don’t talk to me or you might regret it cranky.
- I have “only child syndrome.” I have a hard time adjusting to other people’s opinions, ways of doing things, etc. I like things MY way!
- I try to force him to talk to me when I sense he’s upset or mad, when really he just wants to be left alone. Why can’t I just understand he needs time to cool off?! I should know him by now! (I can’t help it.)
- I’m not great with money. I’m pretty useless when it comes to holding back on spending, saving better, and smart investing. Shouldn’t a perk of having a wife that works in finance also be having a wife that can keep the household fiscally tight? (No! I work so hard all day, I like to spend my money and not deal with numbers at home.)
- I have a pottymouth. He sometimes tells me, “Hey, your language is offensive.” That’s my Jersey and my dad coming out. #sorrynotsorry
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