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____________________Hubby's Jewel's Story__________________________________
My DD lifestyle happened quite surprisingly. My marriage was in shambles, due largely to my behavior and lack of my husband's leadership. We hardly spoke, and were sleeping in different rooms. It seemed like only a matter of time before one of us would file for divorce. One day I my husband came home and saw me




Then next day, when BJ (Hubby's Jewel's husband) got home from work, He commented that he had to wear a dirty shirt to work because none were clean. pointing to a huge pile of laundry he asked how long it'd been since I'd done any laundry. It'd been quite a while, but I didn't admit that. Instead I flew into a rage and belligerently told me that I wasn't his slave and he could do his own laundry. After I ranted and raved for a bit. BJ Grasped me by the arm and began pulling me toward the couch. He sat down and before I knew it, I was lying over his knee. I screamed, "What do you think you're doing, let me up!"
But BJ held me down, "Now till you shut up and listen to me!"
I struggled to get free for a while but soon realized that I was stuck. Deciding that the moment he let me up I was going to go find a lawyer to file for divorce, I stopped fighting and said, "Go ahead, I'm listening."
"HJ, Just yesterday you told me that any girl in this household who doesn't do her chores deserves a

"But..."I uninterrupted
"I'm not done, Shut up and listen!" he said firmly, "Everything's a mess: laundry, dishes, vacuuming, just look at this despicable carpet, and when was the last time you actually fixed a decent supper for us to eat as a family? Look, I work long hours and make a good living. All you do is work a part time job selling candles, Keeping the house is YOUR job, These are YOUR chores!! Furthermore, today when I confronted you about not doing the chores you got all belligerent and began ranting and raving at me in the most disrespectful manner. and to quote you yesterday, 'any girl in this house who is belligerent and disrespectful of authority deserves a very sound


"BJ, you don't mean..." I said frantically, "I'm not a child, I'm a grown woman, I'm your wife, not your daughter!"
"Yes, I do mean, and I know you're a grown woman, and I think a grown woman should be held to a higher standard that her daughter. so YES, I AM going to










We hugged for a little more, until JJ came bursting in the door, all excited about something. "Mommy, Mommy can I go..." But when she saw me teary eyed on her daddy's lap, she stopped short and asked, "What's wrong, Mommy?"
"Nothing's wrong, dear, Nothing at all." I said with a smile.
"B-but you're crying!" she pressed.
"Oh, JJ, Sometimes mommy's cry when they're really happy, and your daddy just made me really happy." Then getting up I added, "Come on, JJ, lets fix a nice supper to eat together!"
As JJ and I fixed supper, I just couldn't believe how great I felt. I felt like a new woman. And all I wanted to do was please my man. At supper time JJ remembered what she was going to ask when she got home. She had been invited to go on a camping trip with a friend. We agreed to let her go and BJ drover her over to her friend's house. While he was gone, I realized that we had a whole weekend to ourselves, and for the first time, I was excited about it. I dug around in the bottom of my drawer and found the skimpy nightie, I had worn on out wedding night. It was all wrinkled but I put it on anyway. Then I started to do laundry, making sure to wash his shirts and pants first. That evening we had a long talk about our relationship. I admitted that my




JJ doesn't know why her mommy and daddy are suddenly madly in love, but she has thrived under the new order of out household. We eat dinner together every evening, and she often invited her friends to our house (previously, she always wanted to got to theirs). BTW, the problems with JJ not doing her chores and being belligerent are all but gone now. In fact, I get more

Love,
HJ (Hubby's Jewel)
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