I should have seen it coming. Twelve years of marriage, two kids, and a husband who honestly believed “providing” was the same as parenting—it was only a matter of time before something snapped. I just didn’t expect the breaking point to be Eric demanding a third child like he was ordering another side dish. Eric and I married young. I was 20. He was 31. Back then, the age gap didn’t scare me because I thought his maturity would balance out my optimism. Instead, it turned into a dynamic where he acted like the king of the household and I was expected to bow down and manage everything he couldn’t be bothered to do…..CONTINUE READING IN BELOW
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