When James’s salary doubled, he shocked me by demanding we split all expenses 50/50. I was working part-time at his insistence, but I agreed under one condition: we formalize it in writing. Little does he know, my agreement isn’t surrender — it’s stage one of a plan.
I never thought I’d be the kind of woman who’d give up her career for a man. Yet there I was, sitting across from James at our kitchen table as he explained why it made perfect sense for me to scale back my hours at work.
Our daughter Emily was only three months old, and he painted such a compelling picture of our future together.
“Think about it, Sarah,” he said, reaching across to squeeze my hand. “We’re parents now, and I know you want to spend as much time with Emily as possible. Working part-time will let you do that.”
