“Baby, come ooon-“ Josh drawled, following you into the living room. You were having the same conversation, well argument, again. He just didn’t understand why you have to work at all. Part time, full time, why couldn’t you stay with him? Work took it out of you, leaving you exhausted and drained. It took time you had away from him.

“Honey, work is unnecessary.” He said with a light laugh, like it was obvious. He might be trying to become a director but he was not at all struggling. He just wanted to take care of you so badly. He wanted to be your sole provider. He wanted you to depend on him fully and to lean on him in any way you needed it.

Was that such a bad thing?