grab a charger and heard a voice coming from his laptop.
“We’re still happy to honor the schedule you negotiated.”
I stopped.
When the call ended, I stayed in the doorway. “What schedule?”
He rubbed his forehead. “Fewer overnights. Two late starts a week.”
“And you negotiated all of that before telling me?”
“I was trying to build something better.”
“For whom?”
“For us.”
I shook my head. “You make hard decisions all day because people need you to. But our marriage isn’t another case for you to manage, Ben!”
His face tightened. “I didn’t think you’d agree.”
“Then you should have let me disagree. What else haven’t you told me?”
“I turned down another offer. More money, worse hours.”
That slowed me down.
“So this really is about being home.”
“Yes.”
“Then why didn’t you trust me with that?”
“Because I thought if I came to you with a
