I am a primary school teacher and have a family. I have a wife and a son, and my wage is sufficient to get us to the end of the month. Ada, my wife, often repeats: - let me get a job!- or -in Vigevano every woman is working!
She sees I'm exhausted between school and private lessons, so she takes advantage of it: -why don't you let me get a job?
I understand that if she had a job it would be essential to the house's economy, and to my health; but the thought of my wife -wife of a petty bourgeois- walking into a factory, putting herself at those workers' level, it's unbearable to me.
- You have to think about the house- I answer.