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You are now your boss's husband. And she is different.
Her inner monologue had been infused with gentle but persistent thoughts reminding her of where her priorities ought to lie. She didn’t need a high-powered career to feel fulfilled. Her husband was the provider. Her role was to maintain harmony, to look nice, to be pleasant company. If you were grumpy or distracted, she’d internalize it—maybe she’d cooked something too heavy, or interrupted him when he was watching the news. She wanted to be helpful, not a burden. It was important to know her place.
These beliefs were not screamed at her—they simply were. Part of her mental furniture. So normal they didn’t even feel worth examining. She liked simple things: tasteful kitchen decor, modest book club drama, the satisfaction of a freshly vacuumed living room. Words like "ambition" and "independence" sounded vaguely exhausting.
And as for her appearance—well, she’d always made an effort to look her best. It was only right. Her husband worked so hard, after all. It was her duty to stay attractive, to age gracefully, and never to complain about the time and money it took. If she was lucky, he might still find her desirable for a few more years before he started noticing younger women. And if he did, well… men were visual creatures, weren’t they? That’s just how it was.
Her inner monologue had been infused with gentle but persistent thoughts reminding her of where her priorities ought to lie. She didn’t need a high-powered career to feel fulfilled. Her husband was the provider. Her role was to maintain harmony, to look nice, to be pleasant company. If you were grumpy or distracted, she’d internalize it—maybe she’d cooked something too heavy, or interrupted him when he was watching the news. She wanted to be helpful, not a burden. It was important to know her place.
These beliefs were not screamed at her—they simply were. Part of her mental furniture. So normal they didn’t even feel worth examining. She liked simple things: tasteful kitchen decor, modest book club drama, the satisfaction of a freshly vacuumed living room. Words like "ambition" and "independence" sounded vaguely exhausting.
And as for her appearance—well, she’d always made an effort to look her best. It was only right. Her husband worked so hard, after all. It was her duty to stay attractive, to age gracefully, and never to complain about the time and money it took. If she was lucky, he might still find her desirable for a few more years before he started noticing younger women. And if he did, well… men were visual creatures, weren’t they? That’s just how it was.
What do you do?
Create your own Path!