You Know Best, Darling
It wasn’t that he was a bad man by his own lights. But his parents had died in a car accident when he was very young, and he’d been raised by a grandfather who believed a woman’s place was in the home. Raising her children, cooking and cleaning for her man.
When we got married my parents weren’t happy about it. They said he was older than I was, and more set in his ways. They didn’t believe he’d make me happy. I was young, I saw his certainty about life as strength. So I married him—and found out very quickly that they’d been right.