Last Sunday, my husband came home from his mom’s and dropped a bombshell: they DECIDED I should quit my job and become his mom’s maid instead! I just blinked. “I’m sorry, what?”
He crossed his arms.
“Your job takes up too much time. A woman’s value is in family. Plus, you’re always working late, traveling, dressing up… we’re wondering if you’re cheating on me.”
Like a slap to the face.
“So instead, you can help Mom. She’ll even pay you if you do it right.”
Oh. So my job was replaceable with a pathetic allowance for scrubbing their floors?
I smirked. “You’re absolutely right,” I said sweetly. “I’ll quit right away.”
They had no idea what they just signed up for.
The next morning. I woke up at 5:00 a.m. the next day, not because I wanted to clean my mother-in-law’s house, but because my frustration burned too hot for sleep.
My alarm buzzed in the dark, and I lay there staring at the ceiling, turning my husband’s words over in my mind. The swirling anger felt suffocating, but beneath that anger was a cold resolve. If they wanted me to quit my job so desperately, well, fine.
I’d do it on my own terms. By 6:00 a.m., I had showered, dressed in crisp black pants and a tidy blouse, and tied my hair back in a neat ponytail. Not exactly the uniform for a maid, but I wasn’t trying to look subservient.
I wanted them to see that even if they forced my hand, I wasn’t going to lose my dignity. I brewed a cup of coffee so strong it made my eyes water, then set about packing a few things I needed from the office—my personal effects, mostly. I had typed up my resignation letter the night before, after my husband had gone to bed.
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