Late-night feedings, endless diaper changes, keeping the house running, making sure Vance always had a warm dinner waiting after work… I handled it all. And honestly? I didn’t mind.
Being a mom was hard, but it filled my heart with joy in ways my desk job never did. Those tiny smiles and first giggles… they’re moments I can’t describe. But after a year, it was time to return to work.
Except, there was a hitch. “Vance, my work clothes don’t fit anymore,” I said one evening while folding laundry. Milo was finally asleep, and Vance was lounging on the couch.
“What’s that mean?” he asked, barely glancing up. I sighed, holding up a skirt that used to be my office go-to. “My body’s different after having your kid.
I’ve tried everything in my closet, and nothing works.”
“So? Wear something else.”
“That’s the problem. I don’t have anything else.
I need a few new outfits for work.” I sat beside him. “Can we dip into our savings for that?”
That’s when he gave me a look like I’d asked for a yacht. “Do you know how much daycare costs?” he said.
“Plus, all the baby gear? Your job barely covers that stuff.”
That’s when he dropped it.
“Your job’s a money drain. Why not be a cleaner? You don’t need fancy clothes for that.”
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