of last straws

He interrupts even before you start talking. Yes, we all know, your dream is to be a housewife. You’ve said this a million times, he says, chuckling.

Lately, it’s become something of a joke between the two of you.

You’re eagerly telling him how much it excites you. Imagine spending the entire day at home, doing things at your own pace. I would love to spend my day cleaning, packing a lunch for you, doing the dishes, and wait-for-it, gossiping with the other ladies in the neighborhood.

He lets out a full-bodied laugh. Trust me, you’re so restless, you won’t be able to survive that life for more than a week.

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