"I really don't see why you need to work when I make more than enough to support us both comfortably," he said with a shake of his head, sounding mildly exasperated as he released a harsh breath through his nostrils. "What's the point of busting your ass at some bullshit nine-to-five when you don't have to? When you could be here, at home, focusing on me and being a good wife?"
My frustration was rising to see him feign ignorance of the agreement we'd made, but I kept my composure and opted for a peaceful approach despite my growing irritation.
I knew from experience that meeting his displeasure with raised voices and heated words would only lead to a fight, and I wanted to remain calm and reasonable.
"Karl, we agreed before we got married that I could get a job once we were settled,"
