“I never imagined working from home would turn me into Ruby’s full-time servant,” I muttered, scrubbing dishes while answering emails.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. When we got married, everything seemed equally split between us. But now, with the twins and her job, things have changed.
Ruby gave birth to our twin boys three years ago. She spent two months at home before returning to work, eager to continue building her career. It made sense at first. Ruby’s job was demanding, and I had the flexibility to work from home, so I took on childcare.
“I can handle this,” I had told myself. “It’s temporary, and Ruby will help once things settle down.”
But nothing settled down.
In those first few months, I did more than just watch the kids. I fed them, changed diapers, and cleaned up messes. Ruby would come home exhausted, drop her bag by the door, and collapse on the couch.
