I became a neurologist for purpose and redemption. Married for four years, my husband James worked in marketing and earned less, but it never mattered. We agreed children were not a priority, but when James’s best friend had a baby, he changed his mind. Soon after, I found out I was pregnant.

James and I decided he’d quit his job to stay home with our daughter, Lily. After Lily was born, I had to attend a medical conference. James assured me he could handle everything, but when I returned, he seemed different. “I feel trapped, Rachel. Overwhelmed.” His words hit hard.

We argued about our agreement. “You said you could handle it. You agreed to this!” James admitted, “I didn’t realize how hard it would be.” The tension grew until I introduced Claire, our new nanny. “You’ll be going back to work, and Claire will help during the day.”

With Claire’s help, James started adjusting. He picked up freelance marketing work, easing financial strain. We both apologized for not being more supportive. Slowly, things improved. One night, James said, “We’re getting there. I’m glad we’re doing it together.” I replied, “Me too. I love you, James.” Together, we found hope and commitment again.