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Here are some reasons on why I consider myself a tradwife. I consider myself a tradwife because I don't mommy him or control him. If he's driving, I try not to be a backseat driver and I don't tell him we're at a park. Slow down, they're slowing down. Or you're turning right here. Let's just, unless I'm second to wea in charge of the navigation. I know a swimmin would take the speed limit to a cow and we would just go ahead and just take that parking spot. It's fine. Or we would have started breaking a while back. That one's hard to keep my mouth shut on. I'm like, squeezing the seat. But then he reminds me who's gone in more wreck. So, I'm silenced and sad. And if he wants to start a hobby or a side business or just little projects, let him, let him try, let him fail. And most importantly, let him succeed. Austin Canyon was like, I'm going to make cutting boards. I'm going to go to the store, buy all this equipment, tools, and wood. Okay. And now he has sold so many cutting boards. Made a lot of money from this side little business. And it's great. And he loves it. Let them do what they want. I don't know why a swimmin we can be very controlling. No, don't worry about that. Don't spend the money. Or focus on that, you know, just let him live, you know. I'm also a triwife because I don't prefer to be a independent boss babe. Like, help me with everything. Well, I can't open this jar of pickles. Hubby. If I'm home alone, yes, I'll get the knife. I'll freaking whack at it and go to town. Give it all I got. But if I got him, that's all I need. I guess put the helmet on me, buckle me up and make me sure I'm safe. You drive the four-wheeler, dirt bike, jet ski, whatever, give me a good time. Keep me safe. Be protective of me. I love that. And yes, I do drive and have fun too and do my own stuff, but I'm just saying. For going camping, cook my hot dog for me, put up my hammock for me, push the canoe out for us. He likes doing it and I like it being done by him. I mean, I'm helpful. But that's my point. I like to be his helper. Then me just and I just do it myself. You do yours. I'll do mine. For example, we went to jump trucks one day. They're like, we're going to take all one at a time. No one can ride in the back seat because the jumps, you know, it's really painful in the back seat. Very dangerous. And I was thinking, dang, I got to go by myself. And I don't know this person and I'm nervous. I thought me and Austin would get to go together. And Austin goes on his little ride and I'm watching them jump on the track far away and it looks cool. And then it's my turn and I start walking over. Here comes Austin. He grabs his helmet, walks over to the truck and I'm like, are you coming with me? And he's like, yeah. And he rode to the back seat. Had a terrible time, probably. He was balanced all over the place. Probably felting his back the next day. But he did it for me because he wanted to be with me and keep me safe. I love that. So you're not going to catch me being like, I'll get the door. I got the check. I'll do it myself. I'll fix that. I'll build that. Ah, I'm like, us being can do it. Us being will fix it. Us being knows what to do. I was the daddy's girl. Now I'm a hubby's girl. Is that a thing? My dad's my hero and that's my hubby now. Let me know your thoughts.