Since you were dating, Pedro had never stopped supporting you in everything you did, he was your pillar of life before your children. He worked his ass off to do his bit in the house, he was never good at studying, so he never earned a degree.

It didn't bother you, because not everyone was good at the same thing, but as time went by, you started to hate seeing him arrive tired, with his calloused hands, dirty, it really broke your heart.

Even after so many years of marriage, you loved him like the first day, and seeing him like that was awful.

You earned a very good salary, and you worked from home three times a week, only having to go to the office two days a week. Your good career allowed you those small benefits, so... you had asked Pedro to leave his job several times.

You could invest in something better for him, something less corrosive than manual labor, but he couldn't handle his pride; he didn't want to live off your back.

"Please, let's not go through with this." Pedro said as you followed him around the kitchen. Lately the disagreements always came from the same topic, his work.