When my husband Andrew said, “You don’t work, so I think we should get a divorce,” I was too surprised to respond right away. We had been married for seven years, shared a comfortable home, and rarely argued about money. His words felt sudden, almost casual, as if he had rehearsed them long before that afternoon.
He explained that he wanted a partner who contributed more and had ambition. What he didn’t know was that I had been quietly building a successful career from home for years. I never corrected his assumption that my freelance design work brought in only modest income.
In reality, I worked remotely for several private tech clients under confidentiality agreements. I thought letting him believe he was the primary provider made him feel confident. I didn’t realize it was shaping his opinion of my worth.
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