I have been writing for a long time, although not professionally. I have written a full-length novel, which is on Kindle and have written erotica short stories, for myself really, for years.
I mentioned to my dh that I could put my erotica stories on Kindle last March, when I first discovered that you could self-publish, and he wasn't happy. Didn't want them on the internet, and didn't want his name associated with them. So, I backed down that time.
But now I have the chance to write full-time for a good living.
I have found an American company that will pay me $180 to ghost-write 5000-word short stories for them, on various plots which they provide. I would be expected to churn out 3-5 of these a week, which I can do - I've already written two in two days. After conversion and paypal fees, it works out at £110 per story.
It's ghost-writing, so my name isn't on it anywhere, and it's not on the internet.
I didn't tell my dh initially as I wasn't sure they would accept me, and I didn't want to have a potentially uncomfortable conversation if there was a chance it wouldn't happen.
But they do want me, and the other night I told my dh.
He was furious, partly because I had arranged this behind his back and partly because of the subject matter I will be writing about.
I did apologise several times for going behind his back, and I explained my reasons. He has refused to accept my apology.
He called me names - selfish effing twat being the worst, along with dirty slut, and told me next thing I'd probably be starring in porn and that anyone who writes sex has to have serious issues. Told me I'd probably be cheating on him as how else could I get stuff to feed my imagination. He said he felt as if I'd come home and told him I wanted to be a prostitute.
I disgust him and he's ashamed of me and he doesn't want any of my "filthy porn money" and I'd better find another way of contributing to the household or I'd be packing my bags.
Oh and paedos will probably read my stories and then go and rape children and it'll be my fault. When I ventured to suggest that perhaps his reaction was a tad unreasonable he told me I was the one being unreasonable.
We have had several conversations about this - calmer than the initial one, but we are in essentially the same place.
He's in his corner waving his club and saying "I don't want my wife writing porn," and I'm in my corner waving my feminist flag and saying "I write what I damn well like and you can't stop me."
Thoughts?
Should I back down for the sake of matrimonial harmony and give up possibly £550 a week, or stick to my guns and possibly break up our marriage?