For years, my husband believed that control was the same thing as strength. That illusion shattered one Friday night in front of the very people he was trying to impress.
Mark had invited friends and coworkers to our home to celebrate his promotion at the construction firm where he worked as a senior manager. The evening was loud and self-congratulatory, filled with jokes about success and status. I had spent the day preparing the house and food, knowing how much appearances mattered to him.
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