 |
| I cannot believe i had to address this. |
This morning was an emotional whirlwind. For the past three days, my wife had been heading to work wearing a top that only covered the front—leaving her back fully exposed—and pants that, under direct sunlight, became nearly transparent due to the way the fabric stretched.
In essence, she was going to work half-undressed. Today, I couldn’t ignore it anymore—I had to speak up. When I voiced my concern, she dismissed it, accusing me of being controlling or having negative intentions. That wasn’t the case at all. I simply asked her to swap the pants for something more appropriate—to maintain a basic level of modesty. I wasn’t bothered by her bare back, visible bra, or tattoos—those didn’t concern me. But turning up to work with a clearly visible backside? That was a line I couldn't accept.
Eventually, she did change her pants. I then drove her to work—she was worried she’d be late, but ironically, I got her there earlier than usual.
But seriously—why do I have to be the one to set the dress code for manual labor when she’s in her prime? Is that really my role now?