If he wanted equality, I’d give him exact equality.
The first month, he was confused. “Why didn’t you sign Chloe up for her swim lessons?”
I smiled. “That’s your half of childcare decisions and expenses. I figured you’d handle it.”
He looked at me blankly. “I thought you always managed that stuff.”
“I used to,” I said, shrugging. “But that was before we split everything fifty-fifty. I don’t want to overstep.”
He was quiet after that, but irritation simmered beneath the surface.
A few months later, tax season arrived, and for the first time, I noticed his expression falter as we reviewed our finances. My salary was now higher than his.
I’d also made some smart investments with my extra income, something he hadn’t bothered with since he assumed I didn’t understand that world.
That’s when I decided it was time for stage two of my plan.
