“I’ve waited my entire life for you, Abby,” Gregor said when he showed up at my house with a bouquet of roses and an engagement ring tucked away in his palm. Our first year of marriage felt like one long honeymoon. We traveled together, laughed together non-stop, and truly enjoyed each other’s company.It seemed that we just fit with each other. Gregor was successful in his career, working as an executive at a well-known firm, while I was also doing well in my own career. I worked for a marketing company and loved my job. Life was good, and I felt like I had it all.“I told you, Abby,” my mother said one day when I went to visit her with ingredients to make dumplings. “I know,” I chuckled. “I should have listened.
But I’m happy now, and I think I finally got it right.” “It’s all going to be fine,” my mother said. “As long as you’re happy.”But then life threw a curveball. The company I worked for went bankrupt, and just like that, I was out of a job. It was a blow, not just financially, but also to my confidence. I was good at my job, but there was just something about being unable to do it that made me feel like I wasn’t good enough.“It’s going to be okay,” I told myself as I sat at my desk for the last time. We had all been called in to pack up our belongings and just say goodbye. But deep down, I knew that although I prided myself on my independence and hated the idea of being reliant on anyone, Gregor was still there. When I broke the news to Gregor, he seemed supportive at first. But it didn’t take long for his true feelings to surface.“What? Now, I’m going to be the breadwinner at home?
