I was shocked when my husband, Jake, handed me a schedule he’d created to help me “become a better wife.” But rather than losing my temper, I decided to play along. What Jake didn’t realize was that I was about to teach him a lesson that would make him rethink his approach to our marriage.
I’ve always been the more level-headed one in our relationship. Jake, sweet as he is, can get swept up in fads and ideas from random sources — like YouTube videos or new hobbies. But everything was fine until he met Steve, a colleague who was full of loud opinions and “advice” for anyone who’d listen, especially about relationships. Steve, a perpetually single guy, seemed to have a lot to say about how married couples should behave, and Jake, unfortunately, was intrigued by his confidence.
At first, it was just little comments like, “Steve says the wife should take charge of the house,” or “Steve thinks women should always look their best for their husbands.” I’d brush it off with sarcasm, but it started getting to me. Jake was changing. He would make little remarks if I ordered takeout or let the laundry pile up — as if I didn’t have a full-time job.
Then one night, Jake came home with *The List*.
He sat me down at the kitchen table, unfolded a paper, and slid it toward me. “I’ve been thinking,” he said in a tone I hadn’t heard before, “You’re a great wife, Lisa. But there’s room for improvement.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really?”
He nodded, completely unaware of what he was setting in motion. “Yeah, Steve and I talked, and I think our marriage could be better if you, you know, stepped up a bit.”
I stared at the paper in disbelief. It was a schedule. He had literally mapped out my entire week — based on what a single guy, who clearly had no idea about marriage, thought I should be doing.
According to Jake, I was supposed to wake up at 5 a.m. to make him a gourmet breakfast, hit the gym for an hour to stay “in shape,” clean, do laundry, and cook meals from scratch every night. I was even expected to make snacks for Jake and his friends when they came over.
The sheer absurdity of it took me by surprise. This list was sexist and insulting on so many levels, I didn’t know where to start. But instead of exploding, I smiled.
“You’re right, Jake,” I said sweetly. “I’ll start tomorrow.”
Jake beamed, thinking he’d struck some sort of agreement. He had no idea what was coming next.
The following day, I got to work — but not in the way he’d expected. I sat down with my laptop, opened a new document, and titled it, *Jake’s Plan for Becoming the Best Husband Ever*. If he thought he could hand me a schedule, I’d show him just how much structure our lives could really handle.
I began listing the things he expected of me. For the gym, I figured a personal trainer might be necessary to meet his standards. “$1,200 for a personal trainer,” I typed, laughing to myself. Then I calculated the cost of groceries — organic, free-range, the whole shebang. “$700 per month for groceries,” I wrote, and added a note about cooking classes.
Next, I considered the financial cost of my time. Since I’d need to quit my job to adhere to his absurd plan, I added: “$75,000 per year to replace Lisa’s salary as a full-time maid, chef, and personal assistant.”
And, just for good measure, I suggested he might need to build a “man cave” for his friends to hang out in. “$50,000 to build a separate space so Jake’s friends don’t disrupt Lisa’s new schedule.”
By the time I finished, the list was a masterpiece — a ridiculous, eye-opening masterpiece. I printed it out and set it on the kitchen counter, waiting for Jake to come home.
When he walked in, he was in a good mood — until he saw the paper. “What’s this?” he asked, picking it up.
I kept my face neutral. “It’s just a little list I put together for you,” I said sweetly. “To help you become the best husband ever.”
Jake chuckled, thinking I was playing along. But as he read through the numbers and realized the total cost, his face fell. “Wait… what is all this? $1,200 for a personal trainer? $700 a month for groceries? What the hell, Lisa?”
“Well, you wanted me to wake up at 5 a.m., work out, cook, clean, and host your friends. I figured we should budget for all that,” I said, arms crossed.
His eyes widened in horror. “$75,000 a year? You’re quitting your job?!”
I shrugged. “How else am I supposed to follow your plan?”
Jake stood there, stunned, as the reality of his own demands hit him. He stammered, “I… I didn’t mean… I didn’t realize…”
I let him off the hook with a sigh. “Jake, marriage isn’t about lists or routines. It’s about respect. And if you ever try to ‘fix’ me like this again, you’ll be paying a lot more than what’s on that paper.”
Silence hung between us. Jake’s face softened, and he sighed deeply. “I’m sorry,” he muttered. “I didn’t realize how ridiculous it was. Steve made it sound so sensible, but now I see it’s toxic. I’ve been such a fool.”
I nodded. “Yes, you have. But, have you looked at Steve’s life? What makes you think he knows anything about marriage?”
Jake’s expression was a mix of embarrassment and realization. “You’re right. He doesn’t know anything. I got carried away.”
I smiled and suggested, “Now, let’s rip this up and go back to being equals.”
We tore up the list together, and for the first time in weeks, it felt like we were back on the same team.
Maybe that’s what we needed — a reminder that marriage isn’t about one person being “better” than the other. It’s about being better *together*.