Last Sunday, my husband came home from his mom’s and dropped a bombshell

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.