It started with a strange request over dinner, one I couldn’t quite wrap my head around. However, the phone call that came days later is what really shattered everything I thought I knew about my husband. My husband, Jake, and I always prided ourselves on being modern and fair.
We split everything 50/50—rent, utilities, groceries.
But when Jake dropped the bombshell over dinner two weeks ago, I didn’t even know how to respond.
We were sitting at our wobbly kitchen table, eating pasta and sipping wine like it was any other Tuesday.
He was scrolling on his phone, and I was venting about my day at work when, out of nowhere, he said it. “I think you should start covering all the bills.”
I blinked, fork hovering mid-air.
“Excuse me?”
He looked up as if he hadn’t just shattered my reality.
“The bills. Rent, utilities, groceries.
All of it.
I think you should handle it.”
For a moment, I thought he was joking.
But then he smiled—that smug, self-assured smile he gets when he thinks he’s being particularly clever—and leaned back in his chair. “Why on earth would I do that?” I asked, trying to keep my voice level.
Jake’s grin widened like he’d been waiting for this. “I’ve been thinking about our future.
A house, a nice car, maybe even kids someday.
I want to start saving seriously, but it’s hard when I’m splitting everything with you.
If you cover the day-to-day stuff, I can put my paycheck straight into our savings account. For us.”
His tone was so casual like he was offering to pick up milk on his way home, not suggesting I completely upend my financial life.
I stared at him, trying to process it.
“Jake,” I began slowly, “do you realize how much I already do? I handle the cleaning, the cooking, the errands—”
“Because you’re better at it,” he interrupted with a shrug.
“You’ve always said you don’t mind.”
“Not the point,” I shot back.
“You’re asking me to take on all the expenses, on top of everything else.
Do you have any idea how unfair that is?”
His expression darkened, just for a moment, before the smirk returned.
“It’s not unfair. It’s smart. We’re building a future together, babe.”
I didn’t reply right away.
Instead, I swallowed my anger and said, “Let me think about it.”
But in my head, the questions were already spiraling: Was this selfishness?
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