After his pay doubled, James stunned me by demanding we split all expenses 50/50.
He insisted I work part-time, but I only consented if we wrote it down. He didn’t realize my consent was stage one of a strategy, not surrender.
I never imagined myself sacrificing my career for a man. I sat across from James at our kitchen table as he outlined why I should cut my work hours.
He painted such a compelling image of our future together when Emily was three months old.