I’m 32, male, and have been with my wife for nearly 9 years. We have a 3 month old baby. In all of the time we have been together, she has almost never worked. This has actually worked out really well for us, though our situation was entirely unintentional. I couldn’t care less whether she makes any money at all.
We met while she was in college; I am only a few years older than she is. She had planned on a career working with disabled children. She had some health issues, but it didn’t seem like anything insurmountable and she’s a real trooper. But shortly after we met, her problems became very serious practically overnight. She had a few rounds of surgery and was debilitated for months. Though we had only met three or four months prior to this, I invited her to move in with me, quit my job at the time since I had a fair chunk of change saved up, and took care of her for six months or so. It sounds completely insane, and people in my life at the time certainly thought so. But goddamn it, I knew it was right and we are still incredibly happy after nearly a decade.
The surgery created almost as many problems as it solved. She was in near-constant pain and got serious infections regularly. She all but gave up her career aspirations and just focused on trying to feel good and take care of both of us. I need a fair bit of caretaking, since I work far too much and drive myself way too hard. She is a gifted artist and before our son was born, spent most of her time creating. She doesn’t even like to sell her work; she gives it away to friends, family, and occasionally even random people she meets. We have a wonderful quality of life: she would have to make a hell of a lot of money for it to be worth sacrificing. I make enough money to support us both comfortably, and I am more than happy to do so. We exactly live the high life, though we do own an apartment in Manhattan. I have a lot of books and some fancy booze, and she has a lot of materials for her art. Honestly, that’s pretty much all we need. I’ve been saving pretty consistently for the long term since I graduated college, and I am fortunate to be in a career where I pretty much never have to retire. Nor would I want to, to be honest.
My wife is certainly more involved with the day-to-day care of my son. She had a remarkably successful pregnancy and has shown far more endurance than she even expected of herself. She was sleeping perhaps 3 hours a day for the first two months or so. I would have crashed and burned within a week or two.
The pregnancy actually mitigated many of her persistent problems, so she is thinking that once our son gets a little older, she might give some of her old career aspirations a shot. This is a pretty big deal since her illness and subsequent disability was so demoralizing for her. I’d be thrilled if she feels ready to give it a shot, but if not, no problem. More time for the two of us.