It almost sounds like a script from a sitcom but this is actually my true story. My wife and I were planning on picking up and moving two thousand miles away from home to start a fresh new adventure just the two of us. We sold our home and moved in with our parents so we could save some money to prepare us for our new journey. Nine months later we had everything on track, everything meticulously planned out, and ready to go. It was easy for me; my company has many locations, so a quick and painless transfer was expected. We had found a beautiful townhouse to rent in the best location, so we jumped all over it and signed a lease. We picked our move in date and started counting down the days. Since we sold our home and were planning on moving out of state we chose to use PODS to store and transport our belongings. Once we had our move in date we set our pod to be delivered two thousand miles away three weeks prior to our move in date (logistics and transportation required 15 business days to have there the day we needed it). At this point life couldn't be going more as planned than ever, which should have been my indication that something was to go wrong. Unfortunately for me things didn't go so well with my boss when I handed him my thirty day notice and explained I was moving away. We began to argue and exchange some unfriendly words (we never liked each other for the last six months since he took over my store). One thing led to the next and I ended up breaking company policy with my actions, and was terminated. Not a big deal right? I was planning on leaving in month anyway right? Well yea but it turns out being fired also cost me my transfer to another store in my new home location. Now here I am jobless thirty days before moving, no job to transfer to, and forcing myself to cash out my retirement. I had always been the bread winner over the last six years I've been with my wife, while my wife attended college and worked as a server part time. She took over the role of what I like to call a "house wife in training" by doing all of the house hold chores everyday along with working part-time and going to school. Surprisingly she it took it better than I had thought she would have when I told her I was fired. She supported me more than I ever thought she would, and she knew that meant she would have to take over the role of provider. With so little time left before moving it would have been incredibly hard for me to land a job here before moving and then quitting and trying to find another job before we made it out to our new location. So I decided to take over the role of house husband while my wife was out working all day. Hmm role reversal? Yes. It turns out it had been so long since I used a washing machine I found myself Googleling the steps, I almost put hand soap in the detergent tray. I had it better than most at home, my wife expected very little from me when it came to chores since I worked so much to provide for us. I found that keeping the house clean is not any easy feat that can be done quickly, even though I had always thought that my wife would only spend an hour doing it and then tell me she cleaned all day. As the time passed of the new role reversal I started to think back to all those times I would come home from a ten hour shift and ask her what she did all day, I clearly didn't see anything done with my untrained eye. All the times I gave her crap for not picking up more shifts, and now here she is working her little butt off to bring in the money for the next thirty days. Doing dishes, washing laundry and cleaning the house were definitely out of my realm of knowhow, but those are now my responsibilities. It took only five days for me to break down completely and start feeling the symptoms of depression. Not going to work and bringing home the bacon only resulted in me feeling like a failure as a man, and a husband. It’s just engraved into my brain that I should be the one supporting my family and without that piece I feel incomplete. I started to realize that I was so clueless when it came to the chores around the house and the items that we use on a day to day basis. I didn’t even know that what brand and type of toilet paper we use or the type of ground beef we eat. I found myself asking what have I been doing all these years that I don’t even know what we get from the grocery store every week. I realize that there’s nothing I could do now other than to learn these things and put in my best effort into doing them so my wife wouldn’t have to when she got home from work. I got a little better every day with the routine I had established but I definitely didn’t enjoy the work I was performing, and no matter what I did it never looked as good as my wife would make it look. My bed making skills went from nonexistent to semi-mediocre on my wife’s scale but my effort increased from none to honestly trying. This process taught me to appreciate the hard work my wife would put in every day so I wouldn’t have to when I got home. But I wasn’t the only one who learned something from this experience. My wife also learns a few things about working full time. She started to learn what kind of stress is involved when you’re the main source of income. She started to thank me when she got home from working all day for all the years she didn’t say something when I was the main provider. She started to understand why I would make a big deal about that decorative pillow she bought months ago, but I also learned that she is working at home even though she’s not getting a pay check for it. This learning experience for us taught us a lot of things we didn’t know about each other’s role, and because of this it has brought us closer together. Losing my job gave me this opportunity to see life from my wife’s role and even though I would prefer to keep it the way it has been it has allowed me to understand that taking care of a house is not easy, and I now appreciate the hard work she does so I don’t have to. The one thing I learned the most from this experience is I might be the one who buys the house, but my wife is the one who makes it a home.