Happy Wife Happy Life

I got pregnant in my early twenties with twins. Daycare for two was more than we could afford and my husbands pay wasn't enough for us to live where we were. We moved out to the suburbs into a small renthouse and my husband had to commute. Our friends dropped us and we had to make new friends in our new neighborhood, married with children friends. After two years I did it again, this time fraternal twins a boy and a girl. We weren't poor poor, but pretty poor pinching pennies every day.

We survived, my husband was promoted and we made ends meet. What I want to say is my friends, the mothers with kids, saved my sanity and my self esteem. I was one of a few college graduates, my husband one of a few white collar workers, but no one cared. We were at the median household income with four kids and every one is all right. I mow the lawn, my husband does the dishes. I didn't do it for the tan, I just like to mow the lawn.

OK so this isn't about sex or cheating, or gays, or anything like that. It's about a young couple that had to adapt to a new reality. A black couple. Our neighbors never noticed because it just doesn't matter.