The Pandemic Changed Many Things, Including Our Family And Our Home

I think this is more of telling what happened than a confession.

During the pandemic shutdown my husband brought his office girl to stay at our house. We moved our two kids into one room, she got the second room and we had the master. Mind you, we have a very small house, three bedrooms, one bath. My husband set up shop in the basement. Life was very crowded. As I had lost my job, I couldn't work remote, I was stuck with caring for the house and kids while they worked.

It was a surprise to me that the door to the basement was closed and locked. And then, it was open and unlocked. You can't hear anything going on in the basement if the door is closed. I went down as soon as the door was opened and she had the look of guilt on her face, or maybe it was that freshly fucked look. I knew instantly that he had fucked her, no one needed to tell me. I did what the woman of the house does when she walks into a room, I scanned it for things out of place, things to pick up. The couch cushions were messed up and there was a wet spot on one of them. Right in the middle of the middle cushion. A dark wet spot.

It came over me, I didn't think, it just came out. If they needed to fuck, to use our room. I didn't want her getting fucked on a couch or on a child's bed. She should be fucked on a grown up bed with access to a bathroom to clean and make herself up. I turned and left and they remained silent.

I fixed dinner and called them up, I had set the table and the children were in their places. I asked her to serve us. We ate in silence. After she picked up and she put the children to bed for me I asked her to sit. We were going to have a family talk whether they wanted to do or not. As far as I was concerned she was now a woman of the house. She worked and contributed to supporting us. He worked and contributed to supporting us. My role was running the house, watching the pennies and taking care of the children. But as a woman of the house she was going to share certain chores with me. The children needed a lot of attention and she was going to continue with that. She was going to be my second when it came time to laundry and cooking. She was responsible for the bathroom and the den and the basement, order, vacuum, dusting. Sex was specifically relegated to the master, no woman should have to go through sex on a couch or on a child's bed. No one had to ask permission to have sex, we both needed it and it was up to my husband to make sure we weren't left wanting.

I got up, and went over to her and told her, she was never moving out. She had made her bed and now she had to sleep in it. For better or for worse, in sickness and in health, until death took us apart she was now a member of this family and I expected her to contribute with growing the family for everyone's wellbeing.

The pandemic is over, jobs are back, children bring us closer together. We were lucky in finding a bigger house, a little further out, with good schools for the price we sold our small inner city bungalow. Our room, the master, now has a king size bed where we fit and sleep together. I don't work outside the home, they work and provide for the home. They both have college degrees and I don't. But truthfully I prefer being the homemaker and the all day mom, my heart is big enough for any and all children that come to our home, and has grown to welcome my 'sister', my second set of hands.

Many things have happened with this pandemic, new definitions, new fears. And one thing that I believe needs to change is accepting that families can be made of a man and more than one woman. Since I was a little girl reading books of far away places I was intrigued by stories of many wives and now I live that life and I can't imagine living any other way.