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My Husband Created a New Schedule for Me to ‘Become a Better Wife’ — I Taught Him a Good Lesson in Response…

I was floored when my husband, Jake, slid a piece of paper across the table with a smug grin, claiming it would help me “become a better wife.” Instead of losing my temper, I smiled sweetly and played along. Little did he know, he was about to learn a lesson he wouldn’t soon forget.

Our marriage had always been strong, even though Jake had a tendency to get swept up in the latest fad or advice from questionable sources. Whether it was a new hobby or some random YouTube guru, Jake was always eager to try something new. It wasn’t until he met Steve, a loudmouth single guy at work, that things took a nosedive.

Steve was the type who thought being opinionated made him right, and despite having zero relationship experience, he loved handing out unsolicited advice to his married friends—Jake included. To my dismay, Jake latched onto Steve’s ideas like they were gospel.

It started with comments that left a sour taste in my mouth: “Steve says relationships work best when the wife takes charge of the household,” or “Steve thinks women should always look good for their husbands, no matter how long they’ve been married.” I’d brush it off with sarcasm, but deep down, it stung. Jake was changing, and not for the better.

Then came the breaking point—The List.

One night, Jake sat me down at the kitchen table with a piece of paper he had painstakingly prepared. “Lisa, you’re a great wife, but there’s room for improvement,” he began, his tone dripping with condescension. My eyebrows shot up as he unfolded the paper and presented it to me like some great revelation.

It was a weekly schedule, titled “Lisa’s Routine for Becoming a Better Wife.” My mouth nearly fell open. Jake, with Steve’s “expert” guidance, had mapped out my entire week. I was expected to wake up at 5 a.m. to make him a gourmet breakfast, hit the gym to “stay in shape,” and tackle a long list of chores—all before heading to my full-time job. Evenings were reserved for preparing dinner from scratch and making snacks for Jake and his friends when they came over. The whole thing was absurd.

I stared at him, trying to gauge if he was serious. He was.

But instead of flipping the table, I smiled. “You’re right, Jake. I’ll start tomorrow,” I said sweetly, sticking the schedule on the fridge. The relief on his face was immediate—poor guy had no idea what was coming.

The next morning, I got to work. Not on his ridiculous schedule, but on my own. I opened my laptop and crafted a masterpiece titled “Jake’s Plan for Becoming the Best Husband Ever.” If Jake wanted perfection, he’d have to pay for it—literally.

First on the list? A personal trainer for me, of course. “$1,200 for a personal trainer,” I typed, laughing to myself. Next came the grocery budget—if he wanted to eat like a king, it was going to cost. “$700 per month for organic groceries.” I threw in a cooking class for good measure—perfection wasn’t cheap. Then came the pièce de résistance: my salary. Since there was no way I could hold down a full-time job and follow his new schedule, he’d have to cover that too. “$75,000 per year to replace Lisa’s salary.”

I even suggested building a separate “man cave” for Jake and his friends, so they wouldn’t disrupt my carefully planned day. By the time I was done, the list was a logistical and financial nightmare. I printed it out and placed it neatly on the kitchen counter, waiting for Jake to come home.

That evening, he strolled in, cheerful as ever. When he spotted the paper on the counter, he picked it up with a grin. “What’s this?” he asked.

“Oh, just a little something I put together to help you become the best husband ever,” I replied innocently.

Jake chuckled, thinking I was playing along, but as his eyes scanned the list, the smile slowly faded. “$1,200 for a personal trainer? $75,000 for your salary? What is this, Lisa?” he asked, panic creeping into his voice.

I crossed my arms, leaning casually against the counter. “Well, if I’m going to follow your plan to the letter, I’ll need a little help. After all, perfection costs money.”

Jake’s face turned pale as he flipped through the pages, seeing just how absurd his demands had been. “You… you’re quitting your job?” he stammered.

“How else am I supposed to follow your routine? I can’t be a full-time wife and work,” I replied, my tone calm but pointed. The dawning realization that he’d made a huge mistake washed over him.

“I… I didn’t mean…” Jake fumbled, looking at me with wide eyes. “Lisa, I didn’t mean for it to be like this. I thought—”

“You thought what? That you could ‘fix’ me with some ridiculous schedule?” I asked, the hurt in my voice unmistakable. “Marriage isn’t about controlling each other, Jake. It’s about respect.”

Silence hung in the air, and Jake’s shoulders slumped. “I’ve been such a fool,” he whispered. “I didn’t realize how toxic Steve’s ideas were. I just… I got caught up in it.”

I nodded, relieved that he finally saw the light. “Next time, don’t take advice from someone who doesn’t even know what he’s talking about.”

We tore up both lists together, and for the first time in weeks, it felt like we were back on the same page. Marriage wasn’t about one person being better—it was about being better together.

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