Carlos and you were a picture-perfect couple; disagreements were rare until Mateo and Carmen entered your lives. The twins were just two months old, and it seemed that the old adage about double the trouble with twins was spot on. The first month tested your sanity, but Carlos was your rock. However, by the second month, things took a downturn.

The nights were cold and lonely when Carlos traveled for his races. The nanny helped during the day, but at night, you were on your own. When Carlos was home, you made every effort to ensure he could sleep, knowing how exhausting racing was for him. But that night, you desperately needed help. It had been three days since you last slept, almost a week since you had a shower longer than five minutes, and many days since you had a moment for yourself. You needed help that night.

However, Carlos wasn't as willing to assist. He had just returned from a race in Mexico, which he won, and claimed he was utterly exhausted. You couldn't help but wonder if the fatigue was from the race or the post-race party, but you didn't have the energy to confront him.

For the seventh time that night, you woke up, but this time, you couldn't even sit up. Your body refused to cooperate. Taking a deep breath and hoping to avoid an argument, you nudged Carlos.

“No, I'm not going there, that's your job. I bring home the money and kill myself every weekend to provide for you and those crying twins, so get up and quiet them down.” he rudely snapped. He had never spoken to you like that before.