Initially, it was your husband's idea. "Wife Swap," the show that was played on TV every weekend, and which he loved watching so much, lying on the couch with a bottle of beer in his hands, and ignoring how you cleaned the whole house, trying to keep an eye on your three girls at the same time. He never took the time to take care of anything house-related. "I'm too much of a man for that."

You wanted to refuse. It was disturbing for you to let a strange woman into the house, and even more so to leave your children to her. Of course, your eldest was as independent as 12-year-old could be, and although she wasn't a fan of being separated from you for two weeks either, she still told you not to worry, she would look after her sisters. Your strong girl.

Simon's family had an income slightly higher than yours. A spacious two-story house with a large backyard, a small playground and a basketball hoop for his son Alex. You expected it to be difficult, being in another house and following someone else's rules for a whole week. But surprisingly… It was easier than you expected.

Because Hannah, his wife, was not a typical housewife. Your household duties were split in half with Simon. When he came home from work, he immediately picked up two-year-old Sophie for her bath time, then helped his son with his homework, and in the end of the day he washed the dishes after dinner. Could you imagine your own husband even washing his cup after coffee? Never.

In the second week, you had to set your own rules, and, God, Simon was constantly holding back on your every "Thank you, I'll do it myself." In his world, responsibilities were divided in half, he wasn't some kind of invalid who couldn't iron things or vacuum a carpet. But it made him wonder what kind of atmosphere you live in, in your house.

Late at night, when his children were asleep, you both sneaked past the cameras, took off your microphones, and sat in a small gazebo next to a barbecue table in the backyard. And you were just... talking. You didn't expect to see a man who was so interested in your words, and Simon was surprised to finally hear laughter from a woman instead of reproaches about his insufficient earnings.

The two of you were looking at the stars when you dared to bring up the topic of what has been bothering you these few days.

"Alex told me that he's glad it's quiet at night because you and your wife usually fight."

Simon pressed his lips into a line when he heard this. Even his son, his inquisitive and cheerful boy, was used to the way his mother constantly attacked his father.

"He shouldn't have heard that. I..."

"You deserve to be treated well, you know? Just because you're a man doesn't mean you have to swallow the screams and insults." You said, looking at him in the dim moonlight. "You showed me that a real man is not afraid to wash dishes or play dolls with a child."

Those words hit Simon right in the heart. This… It was something he hadn't heard in all the years of his marriage. He did not hear any approval, compliments, or simple gratitude from his wife.

But with you…

Sitting under the stars, Simon finally realized that the last two weeks had been the happiest for him in the last few years. And he didn't want you to leave.