A reader from here commented on a photo I posted of the dreamiest part of this Corsican villa (a built-in pizza oven) and asked, “Wait, when does this year of deprivation start?!?!?” and my stomach dropped.
The role he’s rewarding me for is my work as a stay-at-home wife and mother. And the luxury labels are purchased with the “wife bonus” — 20 percent of his own company bonus — that I’m proud to receive for putting his career before my own, and keeping our lives together.
“Access to your husband’s money might feel good. But it can’t buy you the power you get by being the one who earns.”
Friends, countryladies, commenters and lurkers on The Billfold, lend me your tab. I have an psuedo-ethical dilemma, and I need your advice.
Unexpected $100 from Grandma showing up in your mailbox. It’s not your birthday, but last week she got lucky at the craps table.
Because we all need advice on how to break bad news about paltry bonuses we’ll be receiving (just kidding, never).