Karma's a bitch

"Woman belong in the kitchen" Karma #1

"Woman belong in the kitchen"
You turn your head to your boyfriend with a confused frown. Immediately, other girls at the table began shouting and yelling at him, you thought you maybe heard him wrong..

"I'm just saying that woman are too emotional to be in the work feild, you'd all be happier at home with the kids"
The frown grew heavier on your brows, you didn't take him to be.. tHIS kind of person.
"Woman take up literally HALF of the workforce"
"Not to mention that some Woman are learders of companies and-"

"-And are miserable" He butted in. The other girls that were trying to get his attention before mysteriously disappeared and we were left with my friends who are furious with my boyfriend.
"You're just upset (y/n) is going to have a better life than you guys, right babe?"
He turned over to you, a smirk on his face. You turned to your friends, hoping that maybe they'll take you out of this situation but they all just stared.
You turned back to your boyfriend and smiled,
"Yes of course.."

"See? Now-"

"And of course the man in the relationship must work to provide for his family"
He looked stunned for a second but quickly covered it up with a smile,
"Well yeah I gotta provide for us, but-"

"Since I belong in the kitchen, you belong in the workforce maybe a factory or working 24 hours a day providing for a family of five whilst also paying for MY life style choices. I'll stay home with the kids at my ultimate leisure having to do nothing but clean and cook for the children you'll never ever be able to see"

He sat in silence, you waited for him to open his mouth, once he did I cut him off,

"And as our children grow up into adult good you, as a man STILL have to work.."

"But our kids are gone, why-"

"- because a man belongs in a factory. And if a woman belongs in a kitchen, I have no one to cook for but myself, using the money you make" I grinned, the look of absolute regret and defeat written all over his face.
"You'll be working for me.."

My friends stood in awe as my boyfriend struggled to say something. I again stopped him before he could begin to say something, "we're done."
I got up and walked towards the exit of the cafe, my friends following cheering me on as they insulted every single man in that place.

~10 years later~

I walked through the halls of a family owned business that specializes in money, basically banks. We do have a factory that works on producing new coins for the new year. I run both the factory and serveral of the banks scattered around the country. Today in suppose to hire a man looking to work in the coin factory, his resume was decent.. but the name was familiar..

I walked through the door, paperwork in hand,
"Alright Mr. Boomer, I have paper work you're going to need to sign, along with a sheet confirming your work hours-"
I stopped when I looked up to see the face of my ex.
He looked at me, completely terrified, I couldn't help but grin widely. I handed him the paperwork and a pen he sat down and scribbled down his name in each of the contracts. I sat down in my own chair across from him. He slid the papers over to me, I flipped through them. Slowly.

"U-uhhmm.." he stuttered, I glanced up at him, you could practically see the shivers going down down his spine.
"So, will I be able to meet my boss today? Or..?"
This time I fully turned my head. I smiled, "Mr. Boomer.. I own the coin factory..."
My smile grew

"You work for me now."