My marriage had many ups and downs, but I still found it easier to assume that I could rely on my husband to support our family while I primarily focused on parenting. Instead, over the years he gradually left the church and withdrew himself even more from me and our children until eventually he left us.
Then I found myself a single parent trying to find work that would offer good job security, a decent wage, and health benefits for myself and my children. I discovered that a master’s degree in Spanish Literature and fifteen years of occasional part-time jobs and teaching weren’t going to get me very far. My “Plan B” was a good start and better than nothing, but suddenly it had to be “Plan A”.