Spoiled Wife - Let’s Get Real And Discuss The Dark Side of Marriage

  

Marriage isn’t always soft kisses, romantic dates, and matching pajamas on Christmas morning. There’s a darker side—one that doesn’t always get talked about in the curated world of social media and highlight reels. And no, I’m not talking about infidelity or betrayal. I’m talking about the quieter struggles. The moments of tension. The hard conversations. The everyday realities that make marriage both challenging and beautiful.

This summer, we’ve been on the move a lot— but still making memories and living life. But because of this something unexpected has been following us around: the budget talk. My husband has been hinting ( ever so subtly) that I need to learn to budget better. And I laugh because it’s honestly his fault. He spoiled me. So now, when he tries to act brand new and drop hints about “watching spending,” I’m like, Sir, you created this princess. I don’t know why but budgeting is something I don’t like it.

Let me tell you, in the past when I’ve overspent, my husband has done things like blocking my card at the register—yes, in public! I usually have to call the bank to have them unlock it. Then he’d fuss at me later, saying I was making him “look bad” because I have his name. Now when I say fussing it’s usually a very lighthearted joke or casual conversation. I’m not a big spender and I do know how to shop and look for sales. So maybe that’s why it’s not a big deal but I could do better.

Although one time he even made me take things back. I think he learned his lesson though. Because now when I ask, “What’s my limit?” and he jokes, “You don’t limit your wife, because if you do… she’ll limit you back.” (He usually points toward my private when he says that—but that’s his twisted sense of humor.)

And you know what? I love that about him. He once told me in a very heated argument that although I’m very intelligent he didn’t marry me for my mind. He was dead serious. And while some women would’ve been offended, I get him. I really do. I get his humor. I get his heart. I get the man behind the madness. It actually turned the conversation around and we both started laughing.

But today something hit me deep.

I was out and saw a woman at a restaurant being scolded by her husband—for spending $16. He kept going on and on, and her kids were sitting right there, watching. The air was so heavy I could feel the embarrassment from where I sat. And it made me pause.

I realized—I’ve taken my husband for granted.

Yes, he plays too much sometimes. Yes, he has a budget spreadsheet he swears by. But he provides. He doesn’t demean me about even when I over spend. He doesn’t belittle me. He gives. And gives. And when I blow through the budget (which I’m working on, by the way), he still comes home and loves me the same.

So, to every wife reading this: If you have a good man, thank God for him. Don't wait until you're sitting at a restaurant watching someone else’s nightmare to realize you're living in a blessing.

And babe, if you're reading this—I know I swipe first and ask questions later. But I love you. I'm thankful for your provision, your hardwork, and your twisted sense of humor. And I’ve made a decision: I'm going to be more intentional and stop spending my money on frivolous things.

You didn’t marry me for my mind, but lucky for you, I have a prophetic gift and decided to keep you anyway. 😉 

I love you.