Good evening admin Why don't men accept that sometimes they can also fail in life? Ego is killing my husband. Let me narrate to you what's going on. When my husband was my boyfriend, he made it very clear that he was going to take care of me. I wasn’t working. He was working in the mines and was able to afford a certain lifestyle. I had just completed campus in 2023 and was volunteering in the same company where he was. That was where we met. After my service, I wasn’t made permanent staff, so I had to come home and start looking for a job. During those hard times, this guy was there for me, giving me some amount every month and buying gifts as and when he could. I stayed home for over a year and a half without a job, but he kept providing and ensured I didn’t need anything. Sometimes, he even sent money to my parents when I wasn’t aware. One night while spending the weekend at his place, he said, “Let’s get married.” I said, “Yeah, after I’ve found a job.” He responded, “There are more days after marriage. You can still look for a job and land one.” When I discussed it with my parents, they agreed. They didn’t care that I didn’t have a job so, in August 2014, we got married. People say marriage comes with certain blessings because those who tie the knot in the presence of God find favor with Him. Just one month after marriage, I found a job that paid me well enough to put my life in balance. You would expect that my husband would leave some of the financial burdens for me to handle, but no. He did everything. He said, “You started making money not too long ago. Save. Invest. Someday, it will come in handy." We had our first child a year later, and when our first child was only nine months old, I got pregnant again and gave birth. The third child came a year after the second. Responsibilities shot up. We needed more financial power. It was during that time my husband's company lost their contract with the mines. He later left the company because all was not well. His next job doesn't pay well but he still wants to carry all the financial burdens. Is it ego? Is it wrong upbringing? Is that what it means to be a man? You look at him and see all is not well so I devised a way of helping out without letting him know. I started by finding money in his pocket. Every time I washed his clothes, I called to tell him I’d found money in his pocket. You could see happiness light up on his face instantly. He would ask, “Really, how much?” Before I could say how much, he would come and snatch the money from me and start counting it. He needed support, but pride wouldn’t allow him to ask for it from his wife. It got to a point where the money-in-the-pocket thing became suspicious. So, I’d pay the utilities and tell him, “The light bill came. I didn’t want to disturb you, so I picked money from your wallet and paid.” He wouldn’t ask how and when; all he wanted to know was that it was he who paid the bill. Paying rent was something he didn’t want me anywhere close to. He said, “A man provides a home for the family, and any man who can’t do that can’t call himself a man.” That year, things were tough. I was patiently waiting for him to ask me for help. He didn’t. The landlord came around once. It hadn’t happened before that the landlord would come around asking us when we would pay rent. I knew he wasn’t going to ask for help, so the next day, I looked for a vendor and sent him mobile money. When he came home that night, he complained to me, “Someone had mistakenly sent me money on my phone. I thought it was a mistake, but till now, nobody has called to ask about the money.” I told him, “It happens. If it’s a mistake, the owner will call, so don’t worry.” Days later, I sent someone to put money in his bank account. Surprisingly, he never told me about the bank account transaction. I was waiting to hear him say, “Can you imagine my bank account has money I don’t know where it came from?” We never had that discussion. It was that same day that he paid the rent. Men and pride. When I was young, I wondered why men often die before their wives. Because of my husband, I know why. They don’t ask for help. They want to carry all the load until one day, they break down under the very load they thought they could carry without help. How long can I continue playing tricks just because I don’t want to hurt his ego? Once in a while, even magicians run out of tricks. He’ll learn to accept my help by force because I’ve been raised to give help. It doesn't mean I'm trying to usurp the authority of my man. I'll give and then submit and then continue being a wife. That's my role in his life and no wealth or gold can change that.