My Fiancée Declared: "I'm Not Moving To That Boring Small Town For Your Job." //Reddit Stories

My Fiancée Declared: "I'm Not Moving To That Boring Small Town For Your Job." I Replied: "I Understand." Then I Took The Promotion Anyway And Moued Alone. When She Discovered My "Boring" Job Paid Me $600K Per Year, Her Reconciliation Messages Started Coming…

I'd been with Rebecca for five years, engaged for one. We lived in a major city where she worked as an interior designer and I was a senior software architect making $120K. Last March, my company offered me Division Head at a new R&D facility. The catch? A town of 30,000 people, three hours from any major city. The compensation was insane $450K base, bonuses up to $150K, and equity worth millions. I came home excited. "Babe, I got offered an incredible promotion." "That's great. When do you start?" "It's in Millbrook, a smaller town three hours north" Her face scrunched up. "You're joking, right? You want us to move to some random town?" "Rebecca, this is Division Head. It's a massive career jump." She laughed. Not a happy laugh. "Brian, I'm not moving to some boring small town for your job. My entire career is here." "The salary is" "I don't care about the salary. Money isn't everything." She stood up, angry. "If you loved me, you wouldn't even consider this. My answer is no. Absolutely not." I sat there looking at the woman I was supposed to marry. The woman who didn't even ask what the salary was or what the town was like. "I understand," I said quietly. I spent two weeks researching Millbrook. It had a charming downtown, great schools, and houses that cost $2 million in our city were $400K there. Every time I tried discussing it, she'd shut me down. "We already decided." She wouldn't even look at photos. Her friends made it worse. At a dinner party, Natalie laughed. "Can you imagine Rebecca in a small town? She'd die of boredom." "Brian's being selfish," Jessica added. "Expecting you to give up everything for his career. It's honestly toxic masculinity." "I'm sitting right here," I pointed out. That night, I called my boss and accepted. I started quietly preparing new bank account, house hunting, paperwork. Three weeks in, Rebecca noticed. "What's wrong with you lately?" "Just work stuff." "Well, stop moping. It's annoying." Two weeks before my move, I told her. "I accepted the job. I'm moving to Millbrook in two weeks." She stared at me, then laughed. "Very funny." "I'm serious. The movers come Monday." The color drained from her face. "We're engaged." "And you made it clear your life here is more important than our future." "If you leave, we're over." "I know." "You're really throwing away five years for money?" I almost told her about the $600K then. Almost. But she'd made her decision without even asking. "It's not about money. It's about respect. You didn't even consider my opportunity." She threw my clothes out, told everyone I was abandoning her, posted about narcissistic men on social media. Moving day came. The drive was peaceful. Life in Millbrook was incredible. I led a team of 50 engineers, joined a gym, made friends with neighbors. My quarterly bonus hit $40K. Total compensation on track for $600K. I bought a four bedroom house on two acres for $425K. Then the messages started. Jessica: "Is everything okay?" Natalie: "Maybe you should talk." Rebecca's mom: "She says you chose your career over her." I responded to her mom: "Rebecca wouldn't even consider moving. I respected her choice." Margaret wrote back: "She said it was a lateral move to nowhere." The dam broke when I posted on LinkedIn from our division launch party. "Proud to lead this incredible engineering division." Rebecca's email: "Division Head? When were you going to tell me?" Two hours later: "I just saw the salary range. Is this real?" More emails: "I looked up your house. It's beautiful. I made a mistake. Please talk to me." Even her dad reached out: "You made the right call, son." When I didn't respond, Rebecca flew to Millbrook and found me at my Saturday coffee shop. "Hi, Brian." "How did you find me?" "Your neighbor told me." "I love you. I made a mistake." "You said moving here would ruin your life. Direct quote." "I didn't know how much money you'd make, what the town was like" "You didn't know because you didn't care to ask." She started crying. "We could have an amazing life here." "I am having an amazing life here." "Let me fix it. I'll move here. I'll start over." "Two weeks ago you posted on Instagram about 'small town people with small town minds.' You were talking about here." She went pale. "You saw that?" "You think you're better than people here. You don't want me, Rebecca. You want the life my success could give you." It's been a year. The facility is thriving. My compensation hit $625K. I'm dating Amy, a local veterinarian who thinks designer labels are a waste of money. Rebecca sent one last email: "I finally understand what I lost. Not the money, though that stings.

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