Turn her into the ideal wife...

You think back over the amount of your life you spent working, studying and slaving away supporting her. The company you built to generate the income to provide her the life she demanded. You can’t begin to count the long hours and weekends spent away from your daughters, and you don’t want to think about the stress you felt taking risks and pushing limits to grow your company to what it is now – just so you would have more money for her to spend and not be around to cramp her style.

As you turn into your street a revelation hits you… you have probably been her idea of the ideal husband, otherwise she wouldn’t have stayed with you so long. Maybe it was time you made her into your idea of a perfect wife. You begin to laugh again as you turn into your driveway and you look appreciatively at your home.

Despite the stress and hard work that had consumed your life until recently, your company has done very well and your home reflects that accomplishment. Once you had a taste of success and the money that came with it with your first software release, Stacy had demanded more. She nagged, **** and jibed you into a working frenzy and over the years you began collecting talented people like yourself and turned a garage company into something big that would support her ever increasing extravagance.

Your home is an estate that not only boasts a beautiful house but also a few departments of your company. When Stacy had told you the cost of the property, it was like a bombshell and after much arguing she conceded to allowing you to move portions of the company into spare buildings on the estate to make up for the huge amounts of money you were paying for it. Despite that, you have kept the two world’s very separate and work personnel never approach the family house without an invitation – Stacy had insisted on that point and now you understand that she didn’t care to be caught in the arms of another man.

You pull up in front of the front steps and motion for Stacy to follow you. She obeys and you wander into the house marveling at finally being home and actually feeling in charge for the first time. You lead her into the lounge room and throw yourself down on the couch. You motion for you wife to stand in front of you and you examine her critically. You can see the anger in her eyes at being led about and given commands but you don’t care anymore, she used you and now you were going to treat her as she treated you. But where to start…?