He called. Panicked. Pleaded. And finally understood what I’d been dealing with. When I came home, I didn’t hand him divorce papers—I gave him a schedule with his name on half the tasks. I told him I needed a partner, not a burden.

To his credit, he’s trying. But I’m watching. Because I’m not someone you leave behind when things get hard—I’m the woman who makes sure you never forget that mistake.