My husband wanted to split everything up after 10 years of marriage…… But he forgot something important. Ten years…

My husband wanted to split everything up after 10 years of marriage…… But he forgot something important. Ten years.

Ten years waking up before him.
Ten years organizing her agenda, her meals, her trips.
Ten years putting my own career on hold “so he could grow.”

And that night, as I was serving dinner, he said it as if he were asking for salt.
“Starting next month we’re going to divide everything in half.” I don’t intend to keep a woman interested.
I was left with the ladle suspended in the air.
I thought it was a joke.
It wasn’t.
“Excuse me?” I asked, smiling nervously.
He calmly put his cell phone on the table, as if he had rehearsed that conversation in front of the mirror.

—We are no longer in the fifties. If you want to live here, you contribute. Fifty-fifty.
I looked around.
The house I decorated.
The curtains I sewed.
The table we chose when we barely had to pay for it in installments.
“I contribute,” I said in a low voice.
He let out a short laugh.
“You don’t work.
That hurt more than the rest.