Together, We Make One Wife.

In 2013 I was out of a job, without a dollar, credit card maxed out. With my tail between my legs I faced the long ride home. The husband of my best friend gave me a choice, move in with them as a nanny for their two boys, housekeeping help for his wife, and looking for a meaningful job. My friend had put him up to it. Of course I accepted.

With me looking after her boys, and picking up the housework, she went back to work gill time.

When you say moved in, I moved in. I had no energy to look for a job. Being the responsible person for the house, I went all in. I picked up all the cooking. When he and she came hone from work the boys were bathed and ready for bed, the table set, a hot meal ready. After dinner they tucked the boys into bed while I cleaned up. I was happy, content, I had found my calling.

I got along with my friend, her husband's authority never bothered me. Today the boys are in high school talking about college. I am the house mother, I never got a job outside the home. Before COVID we moved into a new 'dream' home. Everyone has a place.

It happened as the days went by, as I lived with them morning, noon and night, as the 'wifely' duties smoothed out, that there was more than just a friendship there. Sometimes in the middle of the night my friend comes to me, to talk about things in her heart, and to snuggle up in my arms to dream the rest of the night. Whispered words, whose wife is she that night.