Interesting POV. I don't mean to turn it around on myself but my ex and I had an interesting arangement. He, at 22 became the youngst store manager of the company he worked for. We were dating at the time. He worked his way up and made good mo ex, he won a trip for us to Puerto Vallarta and cabo.
He was miserable because he had to work hard. He wanted to be a court officer like my dad and stepmom. Easy work, job security, awesome retirement, but low pay. I just wanted him to be happy so I supported him and my dad and stepmom pulled evey string for him. I was making not too much. I took the civil service exam too. This was around 9/11 and there was a hiring freeze. I decided to go to Niraing school in the meantime. He eventually became a court officer at the time I became a nurse and our roles flip flopped. I was the bread winner. When we had our daughter we made a deal where I would work Perrier 2 nights a week, which actually made me break winner AND SAHM.
Well, he left when I was only back at work for 4 months. I had to go back full time. I had to pay for 57% of her child care and got very little child support. To top it off, due to shift work and raising a baby , I eventually had to give up my job and I switched jobs often within my profession to make it work for our daughter. I had no help. I work a boring well paying job now which gives me a work life balance.
But where does my passion and strength lie? In besides nursing. I was an Icu nurse who loved her job and was good at it.
What changed for him? Absolutely nothing. Oh yeah, he met his OW I'm the job.
So it happens to us women too. And it stinks big time.
