I Sent My Husband a Bill

Summary

During the Christmas shopping rush, my husband, Mark, threw a fit.

"You buy way too much stuff every time you go visit your parents!" he snapped.

"I make more money than you, but you spend way more. This isn't fair. From now on, we’re splitting everything 50/50. We’re going Dutch."

I didn't hesitate. "Deal." But I laid down three ground rules.

"From now on, we sleep in separate rooms. You take care of your parents, I take care of mine. And if you want me to cook or clean, you have to pay a service fee."