The other day one of my husband’s friends wanted to skype with him. Since I frequently skype with my parents on our laptop, Husband asked my help getting skype up and running. I then went to the kitchen to start dinner. From the kitchen I overhear the following exchange:
Friend: So, is that Burnt Cheese’s laptop?
Friend: Where’s YOUR laptop?
Husband: I have a desktop.
Friend: But what do you do when you need a laptop for work?
Husband: I borrow one from the office.
Friend: That’s not right, can I talk to you privately?
At this point they turn off skype and go back to regular phones, ostensibly so his friend can complain about how greedy and lazy I am, because how dare I want a piece of technology when “all I do is stay home with the kid”. I have never prevented Husband from using the laptop. He has the password and can access it whenever he wants. We discussed this purchase at length before making it. This is not the first time this “friend” has implied that I’m not a “good wife”. But I guess it’s #MFIF.
Burnt Cheese, USA