My husband and I have a relatively modern marriage.
We split the bills. There isn’t a significant difference in our income. We take care of the kids evenly. We both clean and do household chores. We want to raise our kids in a way that doesn’t impose gender stereotypes. You know, boys can play with dolls and girls can play with cars.
At least that’s what I thought.
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One day, I was downstairs putting the laundry away when I overheard him on the phone chatting with a guy friend. I mind my own business and don’t think much of it.
He’s ranting on about his sports card collection and his friend is trying to convince him to buy a hobby box. He’s humming and hawing but then he finally says, "Yeah, Katharine’s not going to like that so I shouldn’t."
Then he hangs up the phone. I could feel the back of my neck heat up as I was violently folding towels. He comes downstairs.
"I overheard your conversation. So why didn’t you go in on the hobby box?" I ask him.