it to a contractor. I reasoned it was harmless. I had spent years making sure Michael never felt like less of a man because I had more money when we met. I didn’t realize that somewhere along the way, my effort to protect his pride had taught him something else. That what was mine would ultimately become his simply because he wanted it badly enough. Now he stood inside my home while my belongings sat in the hall.
“You’ve been using this place to control me from the beginning,” Michael
