To the married men here, I have a sincere question. Is it every job you do and every side hustle you have that you tell your wife about? I ask because something happened to me recently, and I am still regretting it deeply. Apart from my regular 9–5 job, which my wife knows about, every other source of income I have is strictly private. Experience has taught me that once she knows about any extra income, sudden and extremely urgent needs will begin to appear. Needs that apparently cannot wait. Because of this, I decided that any income outside my salary did not require an announcement. Recently, I got a small gig to entertain children at a birthday party in an estate not far from where we live. It was a costume job. Mickey Mouse had already been taken, so I was assigned to dress as Barney. Before leaving the house, I lied to my wife that I was going out with my friends and would not be back until evening. When I arrived at the venue, they provided a room for me to change. I dressed up fully as Barney and came out to start the job. Everything was going smoothly, children were dancing, laughing, and clearly having a good time until a lady walked in with her friends. That lady turned out to be my wife. My heart nearly stopped. Thankfully, the costume completely covered me, so she had no idea it was me inside. The party continued, but there was a problem. They did not have an MC. The family member who was supposed to handle it could not make it, and without hesitation, my wife volunteered to step in. Then food started coming out. The jollof rice was looking promising. The chicken was big and well-seasoned. Just before they served me, my wife, now fully in charge as the MC, told them to stop. She announced that Barney had not done his job properly and insisted that I must first sing the famous song: “I love you, you love me, we are happy family, with a great big hug and a kiss from me to you, muah! Won't you say you love me too” Because I did not want her to recognize my voice, I sang through my nose. Immediately, she asked the children if Barney sang well. They all shouted, “Noooooooooooo!” She then instructed them not to give me food and said Mickey Mouse should be served first. That was how I watched my jollof rice and chicken go to another person. By the time they remembered me again, the food had finished. I was given Chin Chin and a very hot bottle of Coke. The most painful part came later. When we both got home separately, my wife could not stop talking about the delicious food and massive chicken she ate at the party. And in my mind I was like, yes I know and you were the one who prevented me from eating mine also. After all her talk, it was now indomie she ended up cooking for only me to eat. She said she was very tired, because of how full her stomach was and that indomie was the fastest food she could make right now. And how she wishes I was at the birthday party, so she wouldn't have to prepare any food tonight. Imagine being angry at someone, but you can't let the person know because the person is not even aware of what they did to you. I was just listening to my wife's eventful day, pretending to be happy for her, all because I could not tell her I was the Barney she stopped them from giving food to. And it makes me wonder, as a married man, is it not all jobs you do and money you make that you should tell your wife about, because if I was honest with mine, I would have eaten party jollof rice and chicken too.