The day I became a director should have been one of the happiest days of my life, but my husband ruined it with a mocking smile.

“Of course,” he said. “They’re family.”

“So am I.”

He laughed. Actually laughed.

“No, Amanda,” he said, as if explaining something obvious to a child. “You’re the wife. That means you hold this house together. My mother needs help, Melanie needs support, and frankly, someone needs to be here since your little promotion is clearly making you forget what matters.”

My little promotion.