“I said nothing when my husband sneered, ‘From now on, buy your own food—stop living off me!’ So I smiled…

I looked up from my toast. “No.”

He laughed once, assuming I was joking. “Be serious.”

“I am serious.”

His expression changed immediately. “Emily, don’t start.”

“Start what?” I asked. “I’m following your rule. I buy my food. You buy yours.”