There is Confusion by Jessie Redmon Fauset. Originally, I was so excited to read a forgotten classic of the Harlem Renaissance, but at the end, >!Peter told his ambitious fiancé, Joanna, that she'd have to give up her stage career to stay home and raise children. She basically shrugged her shoulders and said, "OK". And this was after she spent years overcoming the prejudices inherent in the theater business at that time!<. I would've thrown the book across the room, but that would've meant destroying my Kindle, and it wasn't worth that.