they didn’t.
By the second week, Daniel stopped buying expensive lunches at work.
By the third, his weekend golf trips disappeared.
Then Patricia called me.
“Daniel says you’re financially punishing him.”
I almost spilled my tea.
“I’m following the arrangement he demanded.”
“You make more money than he does.”
“Yes.”
“That means you should contribute more.”
“That extra money is mine.”
She went silent.
Then she snapped,
“That isn’t how marriage is supposed to work.”
“Interesting.”
I let the word sit there for a moment.
“Because last month, when Daniel
