Right after he was let go, he sent me a text message to let me know that he was packing up his stuff. I was driving home from work. I tried calling him immediately, but he sent me a message back saying he couldn't talk at the moment but that I should stop freaking out. Apparently he knows me well.
He came in the back door that night, and we both kind of nervously grinned at each other. The first words out of his mouth were "Are you ok?". He asked me if I was ok, and he was the one that was let go. Man, I love him. He also told me we'd be just fine and not to worry.
The night of the big layoff, we went to a beer night. While there, one of Christian's friends asked me "So, how does it feel to be the bread winner now?" (Insert friend's heinous laughter here.) That scared the crap out of me. Breadwinner? Me? Uh..I win enough bread to pay my mortgage and take care of my kiddo and myself, not two adults. I panicked and imagined living off of Kraft dinner and sharing bath water.
(KIDDING, that's freakin gross! But, still, I worried.)
Within two weeks of the layoff, Christian had landed himself an interview AND they hired him on the spot. That was a really good day, internets.
I'm pretty proud of my man today.
3 comments:
I'll make more than Mike once I start teaching. It probably won't last long but it'll be a nice feeling. It'll help make up for these past two years when he's held down a job (or three) and I've been in school. Then again, I held down the job in France. Then again, he'd saved more than me. We're pretty even-Steven, but here's to women winning bread! A toast!
Sounds like a nice morning! Glad things are going so well :)
Congrats to you both!!!
My husband was laid off in January and it's tough out there...no jobs in sight for him so far. It is scary being the "breadwinner", especially when the "bread" doesn't go far enough.
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