This is a followup to a previous post on the same topic.
You see the future so clearly:
The business you’ll build, the money you’ll make, the wild freedom you’ll unleash in your life.
You share the vision with your wife:
Instead of joy in her eyes, you see… fear.
Fear of it all going to shit.
Fear the so-called “family adventure” you describe will be, in fact, your own solitary, alienating slog.
“Wait, what?” you say. “Don’t you see? This is for US!”