I left my job at a thriving law firm the moment my husband suggested I “focus on being a wife and mother.” He said, “We’re building a legacy. We don’t both need to work.” I believed him. After all, wasn’t that what love and submission looked like? I packed away my ambitions, gave up my dreams, and threw myself into making our house a home.
I raised our two kids, balanced the books for his businesses, and even managed his appointments. His company doubled in size, and I was proud, we were growing. But slowly, I started noticing small changes. Late nights. Phone turned face down. Sudden gym obsession. Unexplained “business trips.”One day, I accidentally found a receipt.To read more, click here
