I was a stay at home girlfriend for a few years; how's that for inviting judgement?
I'd supported myself independent of my parents from the age of 18, and my boyfriend and I spent the next decade working our tails off to make ends meet. By my late twenties, I'd worked my way into an awesome job where I was making an obscene amount of money -- a job that went out of business without warning literally overnight. So while I found myself unexpectedly unemployed, I was fortunate to have a hefty financial cushion and could take my time looking for the right job, as opposed to needing to take the first low paying employment that came along. I was actively looking, but I wasn't too stressed about needing to find something quickly, so I delved into some projects I'd never had the time for before, we did some traveling, and I was still contributing equally to the bills and expenses from my savings. (We still had separate finances at that point, but we had both alternated taking care of each other financially as the need arose throughout the years prior.) Even though I still intended to return to work, we found that we really enjoyed having more time together, having our evenings and weekends free to relax, etc. And I didn't miss working one bit.
Then, as it is infamous for doing, life threw me a curveball. I found myself in a health crisis that debilitated me physically and mentally. There were weeks on end that I couldn't get off the couch, let alone hold down a job. My medical issues took such a toll on me emotionally that talking about it was the last thing I wanted to do on those rare occasions where I felt well enough to leave the house and socialize, so only those very close to me knew what was going on. To everyone else, I suppose I just looked lazy.
It took about three years for me to get well enough to feel like myself again, and once I felt that I could return to the workforce, neither of us saw the point to it. We'd come to enjoy the benefits of having one partner at home, and by then we had imminent plans to get married and have children. So I used my free time to plan a wedding, go on my honeymoon, and enjoy a relaxed pregnancy where I didn't have to juggle work with morning sickness and prenatal appointments. Now my title is SAHM and, to be honest, my days with the baby are a million times easier than what my days looked like when I was struggling with my health. Though I imagine I have more credibility with the outside observer than I ever did as a "stay at home girlfriend."