We were so compatible, I wanted more children (4 but open to more) then he did (2 maybe) which should have been my first clue but I was in lo-ve. And still a bit dumb.
Things came to a screeching halt when he brought up "the cost of daycare". Daycare? For our precious bundles of joy? You mean, leave them for hours with stranger every day? How about No.
What followed was what my grandfather would have termed a "hellofarow".
There was no room for compromise, I was a "leach", a "drag", if I was not putting in a fifty hour week at an office. Raising kids was something that could be safely left to dumb people.
Relationship ended.
Good for you, for walking away.
When I was first married, I earned a little more than my now-ex, and I had money stashed away, whereas he had student loans to pay off. So, the first few years, I paid the rent, while he paid the smaller utility bills. When I became pregnant, he found a higher-paying job. I wanted to stay home with my newborn. He looked panicked. He insisted I needed to work. I didn’t want to put my baby in daycare, but I was willing to work part-time at night while he watched the baby. I showed him the math: I could earn more part-time with no daycare, than I would earn full-time minus the cost of daycare. He agreed. I ended up working nights until the third was born. I was so exhausted. Now, I know we could’ve made it on his income alone. I should’ve refused to return to work after the first baby.