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I asked the questions I feared the most:
What if I’m tired?
What if I’m lost?
What if this anger is really grief?
What if this silence is begging belief?
I went through the details. That night I couldn’t sleep. I was angry. I felt let down. I felt cheated. I felt played. We’ve been married for six good years, and my wife earned that much without my knowledge? How much she earned didn’t bother me as much as what she was using that money for. I decided not to talk immediately but rather do a little bit of investigation.




