The fifth time my husband stayed out all night, I didn’t call him—I opened his company’s Slack and told more than five hundred employees

describe negotiations I already understood because I wanted to hear how you saw them.”

“I never said you were stupid.”

“No.”

“You just never wondered whether I was knowledgeable.”

“That’s not fair.”

“Isn’t it?”

“No.”

“Tell me what I did before we married.”

“You went to law school.”

“And?”

“You worked for a while.”

“For whom?”

His hesitation proved what I’d known: Aaron remembered the outline of my former career, but he’d never cared enough to retain its details.

“That’s what I thought.”

“This is about punishing me.”

“No.”

“You