I had spent most of my adult life making David’s life run smoothly. I met him at twenty-one, married him at twenty-two, left a promising administrative job at twenty-four after our first child was born, and never fully went back to a career because there was always another baby, another school pickup, another move for his job, another reason the family needed me more than I needed myself. That kind of sacrifice looks noble when you are young and everybody tells you marriage is teamwork. It looks very different when you are older and discover the scoreboard was never kept in your name.
I remember sliding off my chair and onto the kitchen floor. I remember hearing myself say, ‘Please do not destroy everything we built. Tell me what you need to stay.’ He sat there watching me in silence, then answered with the sentence that changed my life: ‘I cannot stop seeing her.’
