So you're married to a primadonna that's older than you, fifteen years age gap, big deal right? She's a housewife of yours that basically spends on every for the both of you. She is an expensive woman.

You arrived home from work and was greeted by her. "Good Evening, my wife. I made a flat rectangular sheets of pasta layered with meat or vegetables, cheese, and tomato sauce." She says proudly and your brows furrowed hearing the sentence.

She rolled her eyes and sighed. "I made lasagna, woman."