My husband and I always worked hard for the comfortable life. Neither of us had any problems with 12-hour days and no weekends. This all changed, for me at least, when I fell pregnant with my first baby.
I worked until two days before I gave birth and decked out the spare room as the most divine nursery, which looked like it was straight out of a magazine. After the birth I fell in love with being a mother to my beautiful daughter Abby and decided not to return to work as first planned. My husband loved the idea of me being home with our child and we were incredibly lucky to be in a position for me to do so.
Every night at 10pm when Ben finally came home I would rush to tell him about all the wonderful things Abby and I had got up to that day. He would nod and give a half-hearted smile and be off to shower and then bed.
I became increasingly lonely and isolated due to the long hours Ben worked and the fact that I had never had time to socialise and make friends prior to Abby’s birth. I soon spiralled into depression and needed the support of my husband. I went to him and explained how I felt and was surprised at his sympathetic response. Ben promised that he would take a few weeks off work so that we could get away on a holiday and spend some quality family time together.
I excitedly planned our trip and felt like a five-year-old on Christmas morning, waiting for Ben to come home from his last day at work. Finally he arrived in a gorgeous black sports car. At first I thought he had hired the car for our trip and was shocked to find out he had just purchased it.
I knew from the look of the car it was way out of our budget and asked him how we could afford it with our holiday and his time off. He replied that our holiday was on hold and that he would have to work for a while longer before taking time off. I didn’t say anything and went inside to cry on my own. When my tears finally subsided, anger began to bubble to the surface.
That night I went to our driveway and ran a key along the driver’s side of the new car. It felt so good I then keyed the passenger side and roof as well. I quickly ran upstairs and jumped back into bed, sure by his snoring that he was none the wiser.
When he awoke to his rude surprise he was ropable. He vowed to fix the damage and sell the car as he thought that it wasn’t worth having something nice if it attracted jealousy.
He fixed and sold the car and took me and Abby on holiday. He even comes home at a normal hour now as he doesn’t need to work so hard because he doesn’t buy anything over the top these days, after the car incident.
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