After eight years together, I overheard my boyfriend tell his best friend that I was « not wife material » … a week later, he came home to something he never expected

For eight years, I had made sure Luke was comfortable.

I paid half the rent.

I handled most of the bills.

I scheduled appointments.

I planned vacations.

I remembered birthdays.

I bought groceries.

I cooked.

I cleaned.

I even reminded him when his car insurance was due.