My team lead went on maternity leave before quitting. I initially filled in, but it was so smooth that human resources offered me her post permanently! In less than a month, I was earning way more than Derek!
The man who called me a parasite was now the lower earner in the house.
One night, I walked in after a late shift. The living room was a disaster. Crumbs everywhere, toys scattered, but in the middle of it all, Derek was asleep on the couch, his head buried in a pillow. Noah was snoozing in his lap, Caleb curled beside him, drooling on him.
Ava sat nearby, braiding her doll’s hair, peaceful for the first time in days.
I looked at them and felt something shift. Derek wasn’t evil. He was proud, fragile, and clueless. But under all that, he was trying. And for the first time, he finally looked human.
I didn’t quit my job. But I adjusted. I moved back to part-time, still earned more than he did, but it gave me more time with the kids and some breathing room. Then I laid out the new terms.
“We share the house,” I told him. “We share the kids and the work. No more lectures, ultimatums, or that king-and-servant garbage.”
He resisted at first, sulked for a few days. But eventually he gave in. And slowly, clumsily, he started to help. Not just the performative stuff. Real help.
One evening, we were folding laundry in silence. He held up a tiny sock, shook his head, and mumbled, “I never realized how much you did. I was… wrong.”
I glanced at him. “That’s the first honest thing you’ve said in a while.”
He looked at me. “I don’t want to lose you. Or them.”
“You won’t,” I said. “But you’ve got to keep showing up. Not just for me. For all of us.”
It wasn’t dramatic. No fairy tale music, no triumphant montage. Just two tired people learning how to build something better, one honest moment at a time.
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