Caleb had always known how to turn my pain into an inconvenience for him.
We had been married for eleven years.
When we first met, his confidence had made me feel safe.
He always seemed certain about where we should eat, what we should buy, and how our future should look.
At first, I mistook certainty for strength.
After Emma was born, I gave up my accounting career because Caleb insisted our daughter needed one parent home full time.
He said daycare would cost too much and strangers could not raise our child the way we could.
He promised we were building a life together.
So I packed away my work clothes, turned down a promotion, and learned how to organize our entire household around his schedule.
I packed his lunches in the morning.
I managed our household bills from the kitchen table.
I kept track of school forms, dentist appointments, grocery lists, and every small expense he forgot existed.
