I will never forget the sound of their laughter. It was a Saturday evening, the kind where the house is full of noise and forced cheerfulness.
His friends had come over to watch football. Bottles clinked against each other, loud commentary filled the room, and I moved in and out of the living area serving snacks like I always did.
I was used to being supportive. Used to keeping things running smoothly in the background.
Then it happened. One of his friends joked about marriage and responsibilities.
My husband laughed and, without hesitation, said, “Huyu? …CONTINUE READING