Britain's worst wife?

Meet Britain’s worst wife – and she’s proud of it. According to Kate Thompson, her husband, Ben is the kindest, most considerate man in the world. During the seven years they’ve been married, Ben has done most of the cooking, cleaning and ironing without ever being asked.

He brings me an organic buffalo milk cappuccino every morning in bed and once spent hours making fresh syrup from rhubarb to add to my favourite champagne after I’d given birth. And yes, he works full-time.
But for all he does for me, anxious to make everything in my life better, he gets a raw deal in return.

I am shamefully neglectful of my wifely duties. In fact, I am the anti-wife.
The trouble is that I just can’t do the subservient partner thing. Ben is more likely to arrive at our home in Twickenham, South-West London, after a hard day’s work and find me having a manicure or checking Facebook than slaving over a hot stove.
This may make me sound selfish, but I’m just being honest. At 39, I’ve never ironed a single item of my husband’s clothing. I rarely cook for him either. Why would I bother when he’s so much better at it than I am?

Ben claims he doesn’t mind the way our life is set up. But if I’m being honest, it’s because of my selfishness that he has to dress the children and make them breakfast while replying to emails on his BlackBerry.

‘I’m just too busy and involved in my career as a writer to be a traditional, caring wife.’

It’s my fault that he returns home to find no dinner and our children running amok.
But I work hard, too, and that changes everything. While I love my children deeply, wiping noses, bottoms and encrusted beans off the floor doesn’t inspire me in the way my work does.
I’m too busy to share the chores. After a day of writing, I feel happy and complete; after a day with the children, I am frazzled.
After the birth of our first son, I went back to my £60,000-a-year job as deputy editor of a national magazine and put Ronnie full-time into an eye-wateringly expensive nursery.
I felt guilty about it, and working 8am to 6pm every day and barely seeing my son just compounded that guilt. But I didn’t want to give up work.
You might think me self-obsessed, but that’s a price I’m willing to pay for my happiness.
Just before the birth of our second son, I decided to leave my job and pursue a career as a writer after being offered a generous redundancy package.
But instead of relaxing into my new job, I allowed work to seep into all areas of my life.
That is why I ignored cripplingly painful contractions ten minutes apart and carried on writing to meet a deadline.

I was back at work just two weeks after giving birth to Stanley, breast-feeding while conducting tricky phone interviews.

I think I may be in the minority in my role as an anti-wife. I have many friends who put their husband’s needs above all else.
One has sex with her husband every Friday night without fail ‘otherwise he’ll be grumpy all weekend’ and another, who is blissfully unambitious, supports her partner’s blossoming business while raising their three children.
‘Being a good partner is paramount,’ she says. ‘I’d much rather be at home with our children. It just works.’
Her relationship is the happiest I know and her children the most content. And I’d be willing to bet her sex life is a lot healthier than mine. But I couldn’t be her because I know I couldn’t devote my life to being a wife and mother.
It doesn’t mean I don’t adore Ben. The truth is that I’m in awe of the way he looks after me, our sons and our home. He makes my life easier. And he says he enjoys it.
Does that make me a selfish, slovenly, neglectful wife?
Probably – but it also makes me a happier one.

Source : Dailymail.co.uk