My Husband Said I Wasn’t ‘Good Enough’ and Hired A Woman To Train Me – He Never Expected the Lesson I Had for Him

And don’t get me started on the  five-course meal she served up like she was born with a chef’s knife in hand. Chad couldn’t stop staring.

“You see how Jamie keeps everything so tidy? Dinner’s ready the moment Craig walks in,” Chad said on the drive home, his voice dripping with admiration. “You could learn a thing or two.”

I clenched my jaw, staring out the window to keep from snapping. But Chad wasn’t done. “Why don’t you try harder? I mean, how hard can it be to keep things neat when you get home before me?”

The comparisons kept coming. Every day brought a new jab. “Jamie’s house is always perfect. Jamie makes fresh bread from scratch. Jamie always looks so polished.”

He’d say this while tossing his dirty socks just shy of the laundry basket or leaving his plates wherever he ate.

One evening, he came home and started inspecting the house like a picky landlord. He ran his finger along the windowsill and scowled. “You missed a spot, April. Are you even trying?”

I looked up from my laptop, barely holding back my irritation. “Seriously, Chad?”

He shrugged. “I’m just saying, maybe put in a bit more effort. It’s not like you don’t have time.”

That was his new favorite line. Not like you don’t have time. As if my workday and commute weren’t as draining as his. But the final straw came one Friday night.

I walked in, craving a hot shower and some peace, but instead, I found a young woman in our kitchen. She held a mop, wore an apron, and looked nervous, like she’d wandered into the wrong house.

Chad stood beside her, arms crossed, with a smug grin. “April, meet Sara. She’s here to teach you how to clean and cook the right way.”

I blinked, trying to process it. “Teach me?”

Chad sighed, like I was a slow learner. “Yeah, honey. I’ve been patient, but you’re not getting it. Jamie suggested hiring someone to help you step up. So, here we are.”

Sara glanced at me, then at Chad, and back at me. “I usually just… clean houses,” she said quietly, almost apologetic. “He offered me double to show you how.”

I turned to Chad, my voice barely steady. “So, you’re paying her to teach me to clean and cook?”

He nodded, completely clueless. “Yeah. This way, you’ll learn how to do it right. Sara, don’t go easy on her.”

I wanted to yell. This man, who never lifted a finger, had the nerve to hire someone to teach me how to clean? I could see Sara’s unease too, like she’d been roped into some strange drama.

I forced a smile, burning inside. “I’m sure I’ve got plenty to learn, Chad. Thanks for thinking of me.”

Chad left, pleased with himself, while Sara looked ready to bolt. I leaned in, lowering my voice. “Listen, I don’t need lessons. But I do have a plan that could use a partner. You in?”

Sara’s eyes sparked with interest. “What’s the plan?”

I grinned, already scheming. “Let’s just say Chad’s about to get a lesson he won’t forget.” Continue reading…