We came here with a plan. Two years of hardship for the good of Hubby’s career. And then there’s the baby, of course. And my father-in-law’s failing health. No one said it would be easy.
I should have known it wouldn’t go well when the new boss asked my husband to work for free before we’d ever set foot in this country. He finally admitted last week that he thinks of post-docs as slaves.
Last week. When he told my husband he wouldn’t be renewing his contract.
So here we are. Stuck. In a city whose winters are cruel enough as it is.
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