They had no idea my “little job” not only paid most of our bills—but also paid better than Ryan’s. But of course, he didn’t want his mommy knowing that.So, I smiled. Said nothing. And then booked myself a week-long luxury spa retreat.

Before leaving, I sent one last message: “Since you two are so passionate about this reno, I’ll step back. Good luck, dream team!”When I got back, the house was in ruins. The contractor had quit. The kitchen delivery was missed. Ryan and Sharon were at each other’s throats. And I? I was glowing.Suddenly, my job didn’t seem so small anymore. Sharon ended up hiring a real project manager—one they had to actually pay.Ryan eventually apologized. Sharon muttered something that almost sounded like “I underestimated you.”And me? I went back to my career—then booked another spa trip, just for fun. Because choosing yourself isn’t selfish. It’s survival.