Derek stared at me.
“This is my house. You don’t tell me what to do.”
I didn’t argue. I simply refused to move.
Eventually, he picked up the brush.Daughter gift ideas
Over the next several hours, Derek cleaned the hallway, kitchen, bathroom, and living room while Sarah rested with her swollen feet elevated. He complained constantly, especially about his aching knees and back.
“My back hurts.”
I looked at him.
“Sarah has been carrying your child for eight months. Keep cleaning.”
At first, Sarah remained tense, almost frightened by the reversal. Gradually, though, something changed. She watched the man who had made himself terrifying through shouting and threats struggle with ordinary household chores, and the enormous presence he had built inside her mind began to shrink.
By evening, Derek was exhausted and furious. He finally looked toward Sarah for rescue.
