After a long search, a man finally found the woman of his dreams. It turned out that she was Jewish. When he proposed to her, she replied, “Remember, I am Jewish.”

“I don’t mind; I love you,” he said.

The first month, they lived happily. By the second month, the wife began to say, “Listen, husband, this can’t go on like this. If you want me to do something—cooking, laundry, ironing—you’ll have to give me $100 for each task, or else we’ll have to part ways.”

The husband reluctantly agreed and gave her the requested money.

One day, the husband came home feeling downhearted and told her, “You can stop doing everything. I’ve gone bankrupt, and I can no longer afford to pay you.”

At that moment, the wife pulled back the curtain and said, “Do you see that shop? I bought it with the laundry money—it’s mine. Do you see the pharmacy across the street? That’s also mine, bought with the cooking money. And over there, that construction site? That’s my new house being built with the grocery money. So, I have no need to worry. But you, dear, can start working at the shop or pharmacy to earn your keep. Think about it, darling.”