I found this article online when I was searching up creative ideas to do for my husband for Valentine's Day. I laughed out loud at some spots, I thought about crying for the woman who wrote this and truly felt as if her place in this world was solely to serve her husband. This woman's grandson had found it and posted it and then ever-so-sweetly attempted to compare his wife to his grandma's list. What a shit head. Nothing can really prepare you for being married, not even the delirious Mrs. Man- whoever you are.
Duties of the Wife
Make your personal appearance as beautiful as possible for your husband. Your dress may be calico, but it should be neat. While hair dye is not advisable, the eyebrows may be improved by a slight application.
Really? I've been everything from blonde to black and my husband knows that he has to like whatever I like. He doesn't come home everyday running to the bathroom to shave before I get home from work; why should I make sure my pits are trimmed just so he feels better about our marriage? Ladies, don't marry men like this. Actually, don't even DATE them.
Make every attempt to spend wisely the dole your husband offers for household expenses. Purchase with care.
He has his money, I have my money, and then there's "our" money. Buy whatever you want, honey! (within reason of course!)
Whatever the day's circumstances, greet your husband with a smile.
Life doesn't work that way. If you're pissed, you're pissed. Sometimes when I get home from work I feel like punching a cat and if this was even suggested to me on one of those days, we'd have a problem.
Maintain dignity in public with your husband. Loud talk or laughter, pointing, running, allowing your skirt to drag or sucking on your parasol handle all show bad manners.
Well, this article is becoming ever-more dated however, I find that laughter and running is in now way a bad thing. Now, we may have problems if I start sucking on things in public....
Do not use profanity, slang, or words of double meaning that will bring the blush to your husband.
Wait, wait, wait. Damn, so does this mean that when my husband forgets to take the f*cking laundry out of the ***damn washer and my house smells like a whore house that it would embarrass HIM if I cursed? aye, aye aye.
