After more than 1 year of love, Linh and I decided to get married. Both have permanent jobs, are economically independent, are not young anymore, their parents are being pressured a lot.
What I hate most is that women expect men to take care of them, so I like Linh because she is very independent. During the time of love, Linh did not ask for money and gifts from her boyfriend, love matters are also proactive and conscious to share.
I’ve told Linh before that modern civilized couples are now free and secretive about their finances, the money they save and spend at home together. If he did more homework I would contribute 6 and my wife 4.
Linh did not ask for money and gifts from her boyfriend, the issue of fees is also proactive and conscious to share. (Illustration)
Linh happily agreed, making me heave a sigh of relief. Actually my salary is also decent, so I don’t want to give money to my wife to keep, afraid that she will spend it in vain or bring the money to my mother’s house, wasting my sweat and tears.
I’ve saved a little, but it’s far from enough to buy a house. A month before the wedding, Linh said she had found a very good, affordable rental apartment. When I came to see it, I was also very happy. 2 bedroom apartment, modern design is very good although not too big, but if you have small children it is enough to use, the price is 20% cheaper than the market.
We excitedly moved to a new house, and the wedding went very smoothly and happily. We have been married for 3 months now.
In the past 3 months, my married life is quite good, I have no complaints about my wife. But this past weekend something happened that I choke and shame to this day.
On weekends I work part time at home and my wife goes out with friends. I needed some printing paper, but my desk space was running out, so I went to my wife’s office to find it. The last drawer I saw had a lock in it, apparently my wife took it out and then forgot to lock it and keep the key.
I found the paper, but I’m still thinking of opening another drawer to take a look. What caught my attention was the apartment’s pink book. Take it and take a good look, this apartment is named after the owner of my wife! And taking a closer look, I choked when I found out that it was the apartment where my wife and I lived!
This means that this apartment belongs to my wife, not to anyone else! Yet every month he still forces me to share half of the rent, even my wife puts it in her own pocket! Absolutely unbelievable! My wife signed the lease agreement, she also pays the rent every month herself, I don’t really care.
Why am I still feeling frustrated, so uncomfortable, and even a little embarrassed that I am inferior to my wife. (Illustration)
Waiting for my wife to return, I threw away the house papers and asked why she had hidden her husband, and calmly gathered my house!
– Oh, well, I didn’t tell anyone to keep the money. This is my own money from before the wedding, nothing to do with you. If we don’t stay, I can rent out more money. If you rent someone else’s house, you also have to pay, can’t you live? The money is separate, so you can think about renting a house from outsiders!
I was silent, unable to answer. My own money story is my initiative. It’s true that this house has nothing to do with me, so I have to pay to stay. But why do I still feel frustrated, very uncomfortable, and even a little embarrassed that I am inferior to my wife.
Now how should I handle this situation? Should we discuss again with the wife, money goes into a relationship, husband and wife donate money to a mutual fund?
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