I asked my husband to carry the grocery bags

softer than I intend.

Daniel looks at me then with genuine surprise, as if the reality of my exhaustion has only now begun to register in his mind.

“You never said it was that bad,” he murmurs.

A small, tired smile slips across my face.

“You never really asked.”

The quiet honesty of that sentence seems to land harder than any accusation could have, because continue reading …