My Husband Said I Wasn’t ‘Good Enough’ and Hired A Woman To Train Me – He Never Expected the Lesson I Had for Him

Over the next few weeks, I gave Chad exactly what he wanted: the perfect housewife. Every morning, I was up early, making his breakfast, scrubbing the house until it gleamed, and cooking fancy dinners that looked like they belonged on a cooking show.

I even dressed up every evening, greeting him at the door with a smile that didn’t reach my heart.

But I was cold as stone. I didn’t nag or complain, but I also didn’t connect. No chats about my day, no warm touches, no shared laughs. I was the image of domestic perfection, but it was all an act. It didn’t take long for Chad to sense something was wrong.

“Hey, babe,” he said one evening, lingering at the kitchen door while I prepared a three-course meal. “You’ve been really quiet. Everything okay?”

I barely glanced up, keeping my tone polite but distant. “I’m fine, Chad. Just busy with the house, like you wanted.”

His brow creased. “You don’t have to be… this intense. I mean, it’s great, but it’s like you’re here but not really here.”

I shrugged, setting the table with precision. “I’m just doing what you asked, Chad.”Continue reading…