
‘If You Think We Need Two Incomes, Go Get a Second Job’: My Husband Should Have Been Careful What He Wished For — Story of the Day
I came home exhausted, ready to collapse, but laughter from the garage hit me like a slap. There they were—my husband, Mark, and his deadbeat best friend, Greg. Hands greasy, shirts soaked with sweat, grinning like teenagers as they messed with that same damn car. When Mark suggested I get a second job, something inside me snapped. So I did. The Breaking Point I pushed the door open, my entire body aching like I had carried the weight of the world on my back. My feet throbbed, my head pounded,