Back at home, I confronted my spouse about the situation. We sat in the living room, the afternoon sun casting long shadows on the carpet. “Why didn’t you tell me about the bills?” I asked, trying to keep my voice calm, though the urgency seeped through.
They looked at me, surprise flitting across their face. “I didn’t want to worry you,” they said quietly, their gaze dropping to their hands.
“But I’m already worried,” I countered. “I need to be a part of this. We’re in this together, remember?”
There was a pause, a moment filled with unspoken words. “I thought I could handle it,” they admitted finally, their voice barely above a whisper.
“I know you meant well,” I replied, reaching out to hold their hand. “But we need to handle this together.”
The conversation left me with a mix of emotions, but also a renewed sense of partnership. We agreed to tackle the financial challenges as a team, and I felt a small weight lift from my shoulders.
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