The words hit like a slap.
I blinked slowly, anger rising. “You know what I’ve let go of? Sleep. Privacy. Hot meals. Myself. I let myself go so you could chase promotions and sleep in on Saturdays while I kept this house and our kids from burning down.”
He rolled his eyes.
“You always do this.”
“Do what?” I shot back.
“Turn everything into a list of sacrifices. Like I’m supposed to thank you for being exhausted.”
“I didn’t choose to be exhausted, Cole. I chose you. And you turned me into a single parent without even bothering to shut the fridge.”
He opened his mouth like he wanted to argue.
Then he closed it again, picked up the bottle, and set it down.
“I’m leaving.”
“When?”
“Now.”
I let out a short, bitter laugh. “You already packed?”
