My husband gave away every maternity dress I owned while I was at work. When I asked what I was supposed to wear, he kept spreading mustard on his sandwich.

He continued.

“I did exactly what I did with the clothes. I decided something of yours should be handled differently, and I acted before talking to you.”

For the first time, he had described his behavior without blaming my emotions.

“I need you to call Marcia,” I said. “Tell her you weren’t authorized to cancel anything.”
He nodded.

Then he called her from our kitchen table.

He explained that I’d never requested a cancellation and that all future decisions regarding the photo session should come directly from me.

He didn’t