When I got back to Atlanta two weeks later, I unlocked the door of our apartment and stopped.
It was spotless.
Not just clean. Spotless. The floors were vacuumed. The counters were wiped. The dishes were put away. There was a vase of grocery store tulips on the kitchen table. Yellow ones. My favorite.
Rodrigo was sitting on the couch.
He looked thinner. He had a week’s worth of stubble. His hands were folded in his lap like a kid waiting outside the principal’s office. He looked more humble than I’d ever seen him in eight years.
He didn’t jump up and try to hug me.
That was smart.
“Can we talk?” he asked quietly.
I set my suitcase down by the closet. I didn’t sit.
“Talk.”
“I was an idiot,” he said. “Not just about Florida. I’ve been an idiot about a lot of things. For a long time.”
He nodded toward the kitchen.
“I always thought you did everything because you were just naturally better at it. Organizing. Cooking. All of it. I never once stopped to think about how much time it took. How much it cost you.”
“I told you,” I said. “Dozens of times.”
“I know.” He looked down at his hands. “And every time, I told you that you were exaggerating.”
I nodded.
“You lied to me about the resort.”
“Yes.”
“You planned to spend my savings.”
“Yes.”
“You promised your family I’d clean up after them. Without ever asking me.”
“Yes.”
Hearing him say yes, over and over, without one single excuse after it, was somehow harder than any excuse would have been.
“Why, Rodrigo?”
He took a long breath.
“Because I was completely sure,” he said slowly, “that in the end, you’d just go along with it.”
That was the most honest thing he’d ever said to me.
And the most painful.
He hadn’t done it because he thought I’d be happy. He’d done it because he thought I’d submit. Because I always had.
“That,” I said, “is exactly what changes. Today.”
He looked up. “I know.”
“No. You don’t know yet.”
I reached into my tote bag and pulled out a manila folder.
His face went pale. “What’s that?”
“A household budget and operating agreement.”
For the first time in eight years of marriage, he didn’t laugh at the word budget.
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