When my husband Ethan walked through the door that Sunday afternoon, something felt strange right away. His steps were stiff, his face tight, like he had practiced what he was about to say. And when he finally opened his mouth, I was stunned.“My mom and I talked,” he said slowly, like he was delivering a carefully prepared speech. “And we’ve decided you should quit your job.”
I blinked. “What?”He nodded like it made perfect sense.It’s for the best.”At first, I thought it was a joke. A weird, outdated, totally ridiculous joke. But then I looked at his face—serious, determined—and I realized he meant it.Worse, he believed it. Ethan and his mother had decided, without even talking to me, that my job wasn’t important. That I should give up everything I worked for and become their personal housekeeper instead.
