He Made Me Split Childbirth

Summary

My husband called himself a hardcore champion of gender equality. He took it so far that even in our most intimate moments, everything had to be accounted for, stroke for stroke.

"Thirty-seven, thirty-eight... Honey, you took two extra touches tonight. I'm adding that to your tab."

Whenever tears welled in my eyes and I protested the sheer indignity of it, he would gather me against his chest, pressing soft, coaxing kisses to my temple.

"I'm not being stingy, Jo," he would whisper. "I do this because I respect you as an independent woman. A true equal."