At My Husband’s Birthday Dinner He Snapped at Me, ‘You’re Living off Me, Eating for Free’ – Then My Dad’s Words Made My Blood Run Cold

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The night ended, somehow. I don’t remember the drive home. I remember the silence, heavy and suffocating in the car. He didn’t say a word. I didn’t either. What was there to say? My world had just shattered into a million pieces.

For days, I walked around in a fog. He acted like nothing had happened, infuriatingly normal. He’d kiss my cheek in the morning, ask about my day. But the words, those cruel, cutting words, echoed in my head. “Living off me, eating for free.” They festered, poisoning every memory, every shared moment. Was it true? Was I a burden? I’d scaled back my own career, willingly, to support his ambitions, to create the home he wanted. I had trusted him. Trusted his love.

I couldn’t talk to him. Every time I tried, the words got stuck. I felt too ashamed, too raw. I needed someone. My mother would be too upset, too dramatic. My sister would tell me to leave him. I needed perspective, a calm voice. I needed my dad.

He’s always been my rock. Solid, dependable, wise. I drove over to his place, heart pounding, a lump forming in my throat. He met me at the door with a warm hug, but he saw it instantly – the hurt in my eyes.

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