My Husband Created a New Schedule for Me to ‘Become a Better Wife’ — I Taught Him a Good Lesson in Response

When my husband, Jake, handed me a schedule to help me “become a better wife,” I was taken aback. Instead of reacting with anger, I decided to go along with his idea, knowing that I had a plan to make him reconsider his new approach to our marriage.

I’ve always been the level-headed partner in our relationship, while Jake has a tendency to get swept up in various trends and fads. Whether it was a new hobby or a life-altering YouTube video, he would dive in with enthusiasm.

Our relationship was stable until Jake met Steve, a single man who believed that being loudly opinionated made him right. Steve had a knack for dispensing relationship advice to his married colleagues, including Jake. Despite Steve’s lack of relationship experience, Jake was impressed by his confidence.

The situation took a turn when Jake began echoing some of Steve’s troubling comments. He started saying things like, “Steve says relationships work best when the wife takes charge of the household,” or “Steve thinks women should look good for their husbands, no matter how long they’ve been married.” These remarks were irritating, especially as Jake began critiquing my choices, from ordering takeout to letting the laundry pile up.

One night, Jake came home with a document titled “Lisa’s Weekly Routine for Becoming a Better Wife.” He presented it with a sense of authority, suggesting that I could improve our marriage by following the schedule Steve had inspired him to create. The list was detailed: wake up at 5 a.m. to make a gourmet breakfast, hit the gym for an hour, and then tackle a series of chores before leaving for work. Evenings were to be spent cooking from scratch and preparing snacks for Jake and his friends.

The schedule was not only sexist but also deeply insulting. I was left wondering if Jake had lost his mind. He seemed oblivious to how demeaning his request was, insisting that the structure would benefit us both.

Instead of reacting in anger, I chose to play along. I told Jake that I was lucky to have received such a helpful schedule and promised to start implementing it the next day. I then turned to my laptop and created my own document: “Jake’s Plan for Becoming the Best Husband Ever.”

I began by listing the costs associated with Jake’s demands, such as a $1,200 personal trainer and $700 per month for groceries. I added a note estimating the value of my salary, which would need to be replaced if I were to dedicate myself full-time to his plan. I even suggested a $50,000 budget for a separate “man cave” to ensure Jake’s friends wouldn’t disrupt my newly structured life.

When Jake came home the next evening, he was in high spirits until he saw the list I had prepared for him. His initial amusement quickly faded as he read through the costs and realized the impracticality of his own demands. The realization hit him hard as he understood the absurdity of expecting me to follow such a detailed and demeaning schedule.

Jake apologized, acknowledging that his plan, influenced by Steve, was toxic and unrealistic. He admitted that he had gotten carried away and failed to see how demeaning his expectations were. I reminded him that marriage is about mutual respect and that if he wanted to improve our relationship, it required understanding and equality, not rigid expectations.

We tore up the list together, and for the first time in weeks, I felt that we were back on the same page. This experience served as a reminder that marriage is not about one person being “better” than the other but about being better together.

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