From the beginning of this year, my wife started a part-time job about four times a week, hoping that it would help her family. Until then, she had been a housewife raising children, so I thought it was a good thing that I, as her husband, was able to help her with the family finances when she seemed to be enjoying herself, and she smiled. I was watching. However, recently, her wife seems to be drinking tea and chatting with a young man about the size of a pigeon who works part-time at the same workplace.
