When my husband, Ethan, came home that Sunday afternoon, something about his arrival felt off. His expression told me he had rehearsed what he was about to say. And when the words finally left his mouth, I couldn’t believe what he was saying.
My husband and his mother had decided, without me, that I should quit my job.
At first, I thought it was a joke. A cruel, outdated, laughably ridiculous joke.
But as I looked at Ethan’s face, I knew he was serious.