You think your family gatherings are awkward? Karen once told me about a Sunday dinner where her husband—let’s call him “Vinny”—sat at the head of the table and settled a dispute about who let the cat out with a single, quiet sentence. It was like a board meeting, but with more cannoli and less PowerPoint.
She said the worst part wasn’t the danger; it was the etiquette. There were rules. You don’t ask where the nice new car came from. You don’t mention the nice man who “retired” to Florida. It was basically a very stressful version of a polite country club membership you can’t quit.
The “Wife” Duties Nobody Warns You About
Being married to a figure like that comes with a very specific to-do list. It’s not just remembering anniversaries; it’s remembering to never, ever open the trunk of the sedan. “I was a glorified party planner who also had to make sure nobody was wearing a wire,” Karen joked. That’s a seriously unique skill for a woman who can barely organize her sock drawer.
She spent more time on “damage control” than a PR intern for a celebrity chef. One time, a neighbor complained about the noise from a late-night “business meeting.” Karen baked him a pie. A pie! It’s the same logic as bringing donuts to the office after you break the copier, except the copier was a person and the donuts were in a sealed envelope.
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