I’m Abbie, 27, making $170K in a career I love. My fiancé Tim, a third-grade teacher from old money, is kind and thoughtful—or so I thought. At dinner with his wealthy parents, they dropped a bomb: after marriage, I should quit my job. Apparently, me earning more than their “golden boy” hurts his masculinity.

I laughed—until Tim agreed with them. They suggested I redecorate, plan charity galas, and “naturally” start a family. When I pushed back, they called me unreasonable. So I made them an offer: I’d quit my job if they set up a trust fund to match my income for 35 years—$5 million. Their jaws dropped. When they refused, I proposed a prenup—if I give up my career, I get half Tim’s trust fund in case of divorce. Again, a hard no. Turns out, they want a dependent daughter-in-law, not an equal partner. And Tim? Silent through it all. So I walked out. t’s been days. No call, no apology. And I’m not heartbroken—I’m free. If they want someone who’ll trade her future for their approval, they’ll have to find someone else. I know my worth. And I won’t shrink for anyone.