He assured me his job could support us entirely, that we’d have more than enough.
When I suggested finding remote work, he insisted I’d be happier as a trad wife, that I could rediscover myself, take up new hobbies, and eventually focus on the baby.
I had agreed to give it a try.
But this?
This was next level.
“So? What do you think?” Derek prompted.
I took a long, hard look at him. There was a sparkle in his eyes and his smile was as joyful as a child watching fireworks on July 4th.
He wasn’t being malicious, just impossibly naive.
“It’s… traditional, you say?” I managed.
His face lit up. “Yeah!
This is just like what my mom used to wear.”
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