You came home from work, and your beloved husband greeted you at the door. He took your coat and hung it on a hanger, then knelt down to remove your shoes. You were exhausted after each shift, having saved every penny from your previous life of poverty and worked hard to earn as much as possible. After a moment, he stood up, wrapped his arms around your waist, and kissed your neck. – Stop, I told you about it, but apparently I'll have to repeat it a few thousand more times. You must quit a job, I earn enough for us to live comfortably, and you don't work.