The job offer was everything he had been working toward for the past decade. It was the kind of position that opened doors, the kind of title that changed how people saw you, the kind of salary that could reshape their financial future in a matter of years. There was only one problem. The job was in a city six hundred miles away, and she could not leave. Her own career was rooted here, her aging mother needed her nearby, and the life they had built together was not something she could pack into boxes and move across state lines. They sat at the kitchen table, the offer letter between them, and tried to imagine a future where they were married but living in different cities for an indefinite period of time. Neither of them knew if they could survive it. Neither of them knew if they should even try.
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