This year, when my eldest daughter started kindergarten, my wife started working part-time about four times a week to help with the family budget. Until then, she had been a housewife raising children, so I thought it was a good thing that I, as her husband, was able to help her with the family finances when she seemed to be enjoying herself, and she smiled. I was watching. However, recently, her wife says that she works part-time at the same workplace, and seems to be drinking tea and chatting at our house with a young man about the size of a pigeon.
