I have an amazing wife. She got married (the 1st time) right out of high school and was pregnant within a year. Six weeks after the baby was born her hubby announced that he was gay and really wasn’t into the whole wife and kid thing. There she was, 19 yrs old on welfare with a baby and no help from the deadbeat dad.

When I met her 12 years later she owned her own home, her own car, she’d lost a ton of weight , she’d quit smoking and she was doing a great job raising her son. He’s graduating from high school this year, she’s been at the same job for 14 years and she’s ready for a change. So besides working full time, she’s going to school full time this semester. She works early mornings and weekends to get it all done. The program she’s taking is for women wanting to re-enter the work force or women like ♀ wanting to make a career change.

It helps them not only figure out what to do next, but also how to get there (deciding to become a brain surgeon is not always practical). It’s a 16 week course and covers a lot of stuff. She’s doing lots of interviews to find out about different jobs. This past week they learned about conflict resolutions, the week before that she did a very cool Power Point presentation. She absolutely loves going to school and is amazed at all the possibilities that could be available to her.

Many of these opportunities will require more education so she took an English and math assessment to find out where she was at. She did fine with the English, but bombed the math. Her instructor gave her a text book and told her rather then pay for a course right now she should work on her own and when she got up to a higher grade level, then take a course (if she needs it). So she’s been working sweating over this math book for the past couple of weeks. I came home the other day and she’d just finished a self test on the chapter she was doing. She was so excited. She said, “I got every question right! I understand this. I’m not stupid.”

I was thrilled for her, of course, but it also broke my heart. It reminded me of just before her Christmas party. She got her hair and make-up done and bought a new dress and shoes and when she looked in the mirror she said, “I’m beautiful.” Not gloating, but genuinely astonished. How can she not see that she is beautiful and brilliant? I see it every day.

Anyway, one of the jobs she’s looking into pays more then what she and I earn together. She’s decided that if she gets it, I should quit my job and be her full time bitch. The more she thinks about it, the more she likes the idea. I could write every day while she’s at work and when she’s home I would wait on her hand and foot. I think she also like the idea that if I wasn’t working, I couldn’t make support payments to the evil ex.

I wasn’t taking it very seriously. I started delivering newspapers when I was 10. I’ve never been out of a job for more then a month. I just assumed I would work until I dropped dead. This week is Easter and I don’t know about where you live, but around here Easter in the bakery is all about hot-cross buns. Yesterday after working an 11 hour shift, I dreamt about hot-cross buns. I pulled rack after rack of buns out of the proofer and they had all turned colour. Racks of fluorescent red, yellow and blue buns started chasing me around the bakery. It wasn’t scary, it was just really annoying that I would need to make all those buns over again. When I woke up, I felt like I had just finished another shift.

So maybe being a full time sissy bitch isn’t such a bad idea. ♀ hasn’t had the time to make this yet, but we did buy the above pictured dress (isn’t it adorable?) and since I’m not actually ‘out’ she thinks I could wear it as my sissy maid’s dress. What do you think?

HHNT

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