I had little choice in the matter. When I was 8 months pregnant with my daughter, my ex quit his job. That was a pattern that continued during the life of our marriage. He had over 20 different jobs in 10 years. He usually could only hold a job down for a year or less.
You can blame me for a lot, but had I been financially dependent on him, as a family, we'd have been screwed. I'd have liked to stay at home and take care of my kids, but that was never an option for me.
I never cared how much money he made, I cared that he was responsible and steady. He wasn't. I didn't beat him up about it, but it caused significant stress in our marriage.
I didn't start out as a ball-busting feminist, I was forced to work by necessity, and ended up being good at it. I didn't set out to emasculate him, if he felt unsuccessful professionally, that was largely a result of his own actions and choices.
I still believe that he has untreated mental illness. However, he refuses to seek help, so there was very little I could do.
My parents raised me that being a mother means doing what your family needs you to do. In my case, that meant earning a steady paycheck and ensuring we had groceries, a house to live in, clothes to wear, and health insurance coverage.
However, the assumption that I'm somehow responsible is typical. He didn't fulfill his commmitments to the marriage, so that must have been my fault, somehow. I wish I had a dollar for everytime I've heard that, especially from religious leaders.
During this time period, I should note that he never expressed any resentment of my professional success, in fact, he told me that he was proud of me. And he happily spent the money I earned.
The idea that you would use my story to attempt to cast aspersions on feminism in order to bolster your own paradigms is duly noted.