Such A Naughty: Wife

Psychologists might call this "play theory." Poets call it "keeping the mystery alive." Real people call it "survival."

It is the text message sent at 2:00 PM on a Tuesday that contains no words, only a single emoji and a countdown timer. It is the way she brushes past him in the kitchen, her hand lingering just a moment too long on his lower back before she asks if he remembered to take out the trash. It is ordering the most expensive bottle of wine when they are out with his boss, just to watch him squirm and try not to laugh.

"God, you are such a naughty wife."

That look is a secret handshake. It is a reminder that while the rest of the world sees a responsible partner, a mother, a professional, or a neighbor, he sees the girl who used to steal his hoodie and never give it back. He sees the co-conspirator. He sees the only person who can make him laugh so hard he cries while simultaneously making his heart race like a teenager.

Routine is the assassin of passion. The naughty wife knows this intimately. She does not let the dishes define her. She knows that the opposite of "naughty" is not "good"—it is boring . And she refuses to be boring.

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