Help! My Husband Is Jealous of All the “Fun” Work Parties I Have to Help Run. I’m Sick of It.

Dear Prudence is Slate’s advice column. He constantly asks to come along and be my “date,” and keeps implying that what I’m doing is not real work like his job, but just fun parties. Everyone is still calling me “Kate C.” I’ve tried correcting everyone with a friendly smile: “I’m actually going by Kate Rodokowski/Kate R. now!” And the reaction is always some variation of, “I’ve just always known you as Kate Carson and your new last name is long and scary!” But yesterday one of our project managers sent out a Gantt that identified me as “Kate Carson or Whatever-Her-New-Last-Name-Is”! My mom said this whole situation was because of her mental health and that, “I’ve always been the more mature one.” I’m tired of being the bigger person. —Taking a Break from Cancer Testing Dear Taking a Break, How about a “mind your own business” sandwich?” By that I mean, a totally reasonable statement about why you aren’t going to be taking these orders, placed between two acknowledgments that your friend is coming from a loving place.