Now I'm For Bringing Order In The House

Strike me down, but this is how I feel. In July my best friend's husband was killed in a motorcycle accident, leaving her and their two girls in the street. I convinced my husband to take them in. From the time she moved in she had challenged my husband's authority, pitying herself, barely lifting a finger to help in the house, my husband has provided for her and her girls.

Two nights ago her behavior got out of hand, he took her down, demanding her agreement to abide by his rules in his house, to pick up her end of the housework. She spat on him, he took her into our bedroom and spanked her like a spoiled child, first across her pants and then across her bare bottom. She also got a hard dressing down.

She deserved it, she is lucky he didn't toss her out. She may not like it but he is the man here and he pays for her and her kid's food, shelter and clothing. If she doesn't shape up he will either toss her out or put her under him literally. She has two little girls who need a daddy and she needs a man to bring order into their lives and that man is my husband and his patience is run out.