So what, I hear you say. In this enlightened age, why should we care who earns the most - who actually funds the children's piano lessons or who pays for new tyres on the car? Well, my husband cares. And if I'm honest about it, so do I.
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But it left us staring at one very pertinent fact - we would be relying solely on my income. So far, so right on.
I was smashing the glass ceiling, Craig was breaking the mould. We (nervously) patted ourselves on the back. After all, we said, it doesn't matter who brings home the bacon. It'll get eaten just the same.
That was the theory. What we didn't bank on, as we sat in the French sunshine doing our sums, were the tensions and surprising pressures that would come with our new roles.
Make sure to read the whole article here. I'm interested in my readers' thoughts :-). You can easily guess mine. *grins*
HT: *scratches head trying to remember* I think Zan sent the link to Crystal or Mrs. B?