I left.
That night, my phone rang again and again. When I finally answered, Daniel sounded furious.
“You humiliated me,” he snapped. “In front of my whole family. Do you have any idea how that looked?”
I closed my eyes, drained.
“Do you have any idea how I’ve felt every Sunday?” I asked. “Invisible. Taken for granted. Like I don’t matter in my own home.”
He didn’t answer right away.
