Back at home, I confronted my spouse about the situation. We sat in the living room, the afternoon sun casting long shadows on the carpet. « Why didn’t you tell me about the bills? » I asked, trying to keep my voice calm, though the urgency seeped through.
They looked at me, surprise flitting across their face. « I didn’t want to worry you, » they said quietly, their gaze dropping to their hands.
« But I’m already worried, » I countered. « I need to be a part of this. We’re in this together, remember? »
There was a pause, a moment filled with unspoken words. « I thought I could handle it, » they admitted finally, their voice barely above a whisper.
« I know you meant well, » I replied, reaching out to hold their hand. « But we need to handle this together. »
The conversation left me with a mix of emotions, but also a renewed sense of partnership. We agreed to tackle the financial challenges as a team, and I felt a small weight lift from my shoulders.
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