I was shocked when my husband, Jake, handed me a schedule to help me “become a better wife.” But instead of losing my temper, I decided to play along. Little did Jake know, I was about to teach him a lesson that would make him rethink his new idea of marriage.
I’ve always been the calm and reasonable one in our relationship. Jake, on the other hand, can easily get caught up in new trends or ideas, whether it’s a hobby or a YouTube video that claims to change his life in just a few easy steps.
Jake and I were fine until he met Steve. Steve was the type of guy who thought being loud made him right. He’d talk over anyone who tried to correct him. He was also always single (no surprise there), but that didn’t stop him from giving relationship advice to all his married friends, including Jake. Jake, who should’ve known better, was impressed by Steve’s confidence.
I didn’t worry about it much at first, but then Jake started saying things like, “Steve says marriages work best when the wife handles the household,” or “Steve thinks women should always look good for their husbands, no matter how long they’ve been married.” I’d roll my eyes and make sarcastic comments, but it was bothering me. Jake was changing. He’d raise an eyebrow if I ordered takeout instead of cooking, and he’d sigh if I let the laundry pile up—forgetting that I also had a full-time job.
Then one night, it happened. Jake came home with The List.
He sat me down, unfolded a piece of paper, and slid it across the table. “I’ve been thinking,” he began, sounding condescending in a way I’d never heard before. “You’re a great wife, Lisa, but there’s room for improvement.”
My eyebrows shot up. “Oh really?”
He nodded, not realizing he was walking into dangerous territory. “Yeah, Steve helped me realize that our marriage could be even better if you, you know, stepped up a bit.”
I looked at the paper in front of me. It was a schedule, titled “Lisa’s Weekly Routine for Becoming a Better Wife.” Jake had actually written out a plan for me based on what Steve—a single guy with no relationship experience—thought I should do to “improve” as a wife.
I was supposed to wake up at 5 a.m. every day to make Jake a gourmet breakfast, then go to the gym to “stay in shape.” After that? Cleaning, laundry, ironing—all before heading to work. Every evening, I was to cook dinner from scratch and make snacks for Jake and his friends when they came over. It was sexist and insulting on so many levels, I didn’t know where to start. I just stared at Jake, wondering if he had lost his mind.
“This will be great for you, and us,” he continued, unaware.
“Steve says it’s important to have structure, and I think you could benefit from—”
“Benefit from what?” I interrupted, keeping my voice calm. Jake blinked, surprised, but quickly recovered.
“Well, from having some guidance and a schedule.”
I wanted to throw the paper in his face, but instead, I surprised myself—I smiled.
“You’re right, Jake,” I said sweetly. “I’m lucky you made me this schedule. I’ll start tomorrow.”
He looked relieved, and I almost felt sorry for him as I stuck the list on the fridge. Almost. He had no idea what was coming.
The next day, I looked at the ridiculous schedule and smiled. If Jake thought he could hand me a list of “improvements,” he was about to learn a lesson. I opened my laptop and started a new document titled, “Jake’s Plan for Becoming the Best Husband Ever.” If he wanted perfection from me, there was a cost.
I started by listing all the things he’d suggested for me, beginning with the gym. “$1,200 for a personal trainer,” I typed, barely holding back a laugh.
Next was the food. If Jake wanted gourmet meals, that wasn’t happening with our current grocery budget. Organic, non-GMO, free-range everything? That wasn’t cheap. “$700 per month for groceries,” I wrote. And if he wanted fancy meals, he’d need cooking lessons too—those were expensive.
I leaned back, laughing as I imagined his face when he saw this. But I wasn’t done. The best part was yet to come.
There was no way I could manage all these demands and keep my job. If Jake wanted me to follow his absurd schedule full-time, he’d have to cover my lost income. I calculated my salary and added it to the list. “$75,000 per year to replace Lisa’s salary since she will now be your full-time maid, chef, and personal assistant.”
By now, I was laughing so hard my stomach hurt.
And just for fun, I added a note about expanding the house. If Jake was going to have friends over all the time, they’d need a separate space. “$50,000 to build a man cave so Jake and his friends don’t disrupt Lisa’s new routine.”
I printed out the list, set it on the kitchen counter, and waited for Jake to come home. When he arrived, he was in a good mood.
“Hey, babe,” he called, spotting the paper. “What’s this?”
Keeping a straight face, I said, “Oh, just a little list to help you become the best husband ever.”
He chuckled, thinking I was playing along, but as he read the list, his smile faded. “$1,200 for a trainer? $700 a month for groceries? What the hell, Lisa?”
I crossed my arms. “Well, you want me to follow your plan, right? I figured we should budget for it.”
His face turned pale as he flipped through the pages. “$75,000 a year? You’re quitting your job?”
“How else can I follow your plan?” I asked. “I can’t work and be the perfect wife, right?”
Jake looked stunned. The numbers and the absurdity of his demands hit him all at once. His smugness disappeared, replaced by the realization that he had messed up.
“I didn’t mean for it to be like this,” he stammered. “I just thought—”
“You thought you could ‘fix’ me like a project?” I said, my voice calm but firm. “Jake, marriage is about respect. And if you ever try to ‘fix’ me like this again, it’ll cost you a lot more than what’s on that paper.”
There was a long silence. Jake sighed and looked at me, defeated.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I didn’t realize how ridiculous it was. Steve made it sound reasonable, but now I see… it’s toxic. I’ve been such a fool.”
I nodded. “Yes, you have. And honestly, Steve has no idea what he’s talking about. Why would you listen to him?”
Jake’s face softened as the truth hit him. “You’re right. He has no clue.”
We tore up both lists, and for the first time in weeks, I felt like we were back on the same team. It was a reminder that marriage isn’t about being perfect—it’s about being better together.
Flight Attendant Hears Sobbing from Lavatory, Discovers Child Not Listed on Passenger Manifest
A strange noise from the bathroom during a flight leaves flight attendant Leslie feeling scared. Unbeknownst to her, the child inside will change her life forever.
Leslie felt a headache from a night of partying as she headed to her plane. When she spotted her colleague Amy, she asked for headache pills. Amy rolled her eyes, reminding Leslie that partying before a long flight was unwise. Leslie sighed, thinking that partying was a better distraction than visiting museums.
As they prepared for the passengers, Leslie took her pills, hoping to rest in the crew quarters. However, a peculiar sound caught her attention. She hesitated, then dismissed it as her imagination. But when she heard a high-pitched cry, she realized it was a child. When Amy knocked on the bathroom door without a response, she opened it and screamed. Inside was a young boy named Ben, who looked up at Leslie with tears in his eyes.
Leslie crouched down to talk to him and learned that he was lost and afraid. He was clutching a bag and sobbing about his grandmother’s medicine, saying it was his fault if she didn’t get it. Ben explained that he had gotten separated from his family at the airport and accidentally boarded the wrong plane.
Leslie felt a surge of compassion for the boy and decided to help him. She alerted the authorities upon landing in Los Angeles, but was shocked when she found out she had to stay with Ben instead of going out. Her plans to explore L.A. were put on hold as she took care of him.
As they shared pizza for dinner, Leslie received a call from her mother. Her son, Joe, was sick, and they had to see a specialist. Hearing this news crushed her, filling her with worry and guilt for not being there.
Ben approached her, offering her the bag of medicine, saying he wanted to help Joe. Overwhelmed by his kindness, Leslie resolved to get Ben to his grandmother in Seattle and then return home to Joe. She booked a ticket for Ben at her own expense and prepared to fly with him.
On the flight to Seattle, Ben expressed his fears that he might have harmed his grandmother. Leslie reassured him that his mother loved him and would be happy to see him safe. When they arrived, Ben’s family greeted him with hugs and relief. In contrast, Leslie’s reunion with Joe was heartbreaking. He looked frail, and she felt helpless. Despite her exhaustion, she vowed to do everything possible to help him.
Days passed, and Joe’s condition worsened. The doctors couldn’t find a solution, and Leslie struggled financially, as the airline wouldn’t pay for her time off to care for him. One day, a knock on the door revealed Ben and his family, who handed Leslie an envelope containing a check for over a hundred thousand dollars. They explained that they had started a crowdfunding campaign for Ben’s grandmother’s treatment, but she had passed away. They decided to give Leslie the money for Joe’s care.
Tears filled Leslie’s eyes as she expressed her gratitude, overwhelmed by their generosity. Ben promised to return one day to play with Joe. Eventually, Joe recovered and returned to his playful self, all thanks to Ben’s family. As Leslie watched him outside, she realized how far they had come.
Before returning to work, she contacted Ben’s family to offer them lifetime flight discounts as a token of her appreciation for their kindness. The story illustrates that children need attention and love, as Ben acted out in his desperation for his mother’s affection. It also shows that avoiding emotional pain through distractions isn’t a solution; finding healthier ways to cope is essential.
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