My husband refused to get a job. I told him I needed stability and he told me to “make it happen.” I did. Covered 90% of our bills.
I felt proud, until I realized he wasn’t even trying. He wasn’t “figuring things out,” like he promised. He was coasting, comfortably, on my exhaustion.
At first, I didn’t notice. Or maybe I didn’t want to. He always had a reason—“I applied but didn’t hear back,” or “I’m working on a business idea.” But the weeks turned into months, and the only consistent thing about him was how long he could sleep in.
