I returned home from a work trip to find 100 roses delivered to my wife – then I noticed the note hidden inside one of the bouquets

at her laptop.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?” I asked.

She looked exhausted.

“Because tomorrow I have to walk into that classroom and pretend I’m not failing.”

The memory still hurts.

“You are not failing.”

She laughed bitterly.
“You didn’t see what happened today.”

Then she told me about the disruptions, the arguments, the constant continue reading …