I am the one that makes more money in our household. My husband Tom has been urging me to take up a second job, which was not a problem before. Tom remarked, “You can not possibly be as exhausted as I am at the end of the day when you do not even leave the house to work.” “Tom, you are a mechanic,” I shot back. “You manage your own company. And you take three days off work simply because you have workers.” Dismissively, he said, “Let us just put this conversation on hold.” And we did put the subject on hold for a few of weeks. I could not figure out why it was even a conversation, so I hoped he would not bring it up again.

My mother questioned me, “Are you struggling financially, Lisa?” over a mother-daughter pasta date, after I informed her about Tom’s idea. I said, “No, not at all.” “You see, we are not fancy or challenging individuals, so it is easy to maintain and control our life. It is because Tom was adamantly advocating for this.” “Do you believe his company is not doing well?” she inquired while taking a sip of her beverage. “That is not possible,” I answered. “I have observed how many cars arrive and depart each week. Sufficient to generate a profit. And he has been hiring new employees on a regular basis. It is also a positive thing.

So what is it, my mom inquired.

“I am clueless,” I remarked while topping my spaghetti with extra grated Parmesan. “However, I am aware that I cannot work two jobs due to time constraints. Every now and again, I clean and cook while using my laptop. During my lunch breaks, I go grocery shopping and also take the dogs to the vet or other appointments. I simply can not see it succeeding.”My mother said, “You have to tell him, sweetheart.” “You need to express that you are unable to accept any more responsibilities that will leave you empty-handed.”

Everything was good up until we made the decision to sell my automobile and get a new one. One night over dinner, Tom stated, “I told you, Lisa.” “You really should find a second job. “With his knife scraping against the fork, he sliced into his steak..

“Why me?” Sickened, I questioned. “My work is tough, and I already put in a lot of overtime. I have to pay attention and stare at a screen all day. My eyes hurt and my brain is worn out by the end of the day. After that, I have to worry about everything else, including dinner and laundry.””Lisa, your job is easy,” he answered. “You are attempting to exaggerate how bad things are. Remember that you work from home? This is not a place where you have to go. Additionally, since you do not get under cars every day, you do not become as exhausted as I do.He advised, “Remember to start looking for a job.” “And Lisa, give my work overalls more of a go.