Credevo che mio marito fosse il mio compagno, invece ero solo sua madre.
I’ll never forget the moment it hit me. It wasn’t some grand revelation or an explosive argument. No, it was something painfully simple. I was standing in the kitchen, scrubbing a pan that I hadn’t used, when my husband strolled in and casually asked, “Hey, do we have any clean socks?” Not “Where are the…
