"Zane, I want to work outside the home".
I dropped the bomb, knowing he would reject this for the umpteenth time. But I was determined, I wouldn't allow him to talk me out of it again.
I've been living off his credit card to sustain myself for over six months now, which is highly inappropriate behavior from a sensible woman like me. At first, he pretended not to hear me and continued to savor the sandwich I had prepared him along with coffee tailored only to his liking.
He grabbed his suitcase in a fit of anger and spun towards the door. I rushed forward to take hold of his arm, hoping to capture his attention.
"Zane, have you heard what I just said?" I inquired.
"No. I'm deaf this morning," he replied dryly. "I don't feel like listening to your stories right now."
I exhaled with res
