going to think I’m living off my wife.”
“Who cares what people think?”
“I care.”
“Then build your career. Save your money. Help your mom. We’re building a life together, Michael. You don’t have to prove anything to me.”
“I’ll spend the rest of my life making this up to you.”
Our marriage was good. Then Michael’s career took off. So did the way he talked about the condo.
“My condo.”
The first time I heard him say it, we were having dinner with friends. The second time, he said
