Can you own yourself?

This introduction to his story of an uncomfortable (sometimes) family life was told by my fellow-in-law, who looked at us on the light.
Before that, I hit someone’s wife. The dishes, you can see, were expensive. And I made her this claim in his presence and expressed it, like – she is an unsightly transjira, and I am a slave in her galleries.

“You know,” began Tolik his story, “I was also a fool when I was young.
Once he "raided" on the first wife, with her unrestricted (in my opinion) spending, two went on...
There are wives who are stupid, and there are wives who are smart. The first was smart. I didn’t wait for the third attack, and I didn’t like to get scandals either.
As you say, dear, I will not even touch the money in the box. But what you buy, I’ll cook... and just try to eat at the restaurant and say that you’re full.
And if you eat without pleasure what I will prepare from the foods brought by you, and you will not lick enough and rub your stomach from happiness, you will be burned.
Oh yeah! yeah! The problem is solved, but...
You think, the princess! I have seen such!
I had no idea how much!! It stands!! All this shit in the form of products. And I had no idea that all that is suitable for preparation is just NOT for sale.
(The goods were in the tables. Not after the war or during the war. This was in the 1980s, when even the pasta was on the bills.
She was a "cocktail", so we always had a full cup at home. I didn’t know what was going on in the food stores.
In short, from the restaurant (at a fucking price) I brought the whole head of Dutch cheese, somewhere on kg 25, and proudly said (miner, jupp!) is :
Be prepared!!! to

Day 1st. My favorite pasta with cheese.
Day 2nd. My favorite pasta with cheese, but I was told that the butter and pasta oil for tomorrow is over.
The third day. My favorite pasta with cheese and without oil, but I was told that the pasta for tomorrow is over, or rather, it is now over, but the cheese is left.
The fourth day. and cheese. My wife offered to cook him. I refused. Stir with a black swallow. with tea. Without sugar is over.
The 5th day. and cheese. There is no bread (it turns out that there was a 50-60 person behind him and I was lazy to stand). The tea is also deficient.
In short, the cheese is like that.
The 6th day. and hungry.
In principle, I do not look at carefully cut cheese slices.
Eating is very hunting.
It is the 6th day (night). My stomach is shaking, I can’t sleep.
I thought, I thought a lot. Or I earn normally for life, and I do not touch this economic hell... And, having crossed through my incomprehensible and in this case at all inappropriate pride of the “extractor”... Or...
No, I loved my first wife very much, so I didn’t eat at night in cafes and restaurants, but honestly tried to fulfill the niches of the agreement in the dispute.
I have lost.

In the morning, I woke up my wife, apologized, broke up.
In the morning, he ate (not known from where the oatmeal was taken).
I was absolutely happy. And I realized that your wife’s money and your ability to earn it are different things.
By the way, remember that too.

The PS:
I remembered and made a conclusion.