stays exactly what you negotiated.”
“Yes.”
“And if the hospital starts eating our family alive again, you don’t decide how to fix it alone.”
He met my eyes. “I bring it to you first.”
“Exactly.”
Then he said, “The start date can still move.”
I paused. “You can delay it?”
“I can ask.”
“Then ask, Ben. Please.”
For the first time since Oregon entered our marriage, Ben wasn’t handing me a finished plan.
He was waiting for my part in it.
Ben Finally Puts Our Family First in the Conversation
When we got home, I listened from the kitchen as Ben called Oregon and admitted he had committed too quickly.
“I need to move the start date,” he said. “My daughter needs to finish the school year, and my wife has a business she can’t walk away from on six weeks’ notice.”
I looked toward the doorway.
That was new.
