“The babies settle better with her.”
I faced her.
“Yes, I get overwhelmed. There are three one-year-olds, and I haven’t slept through a night in a year, Mary. He doesn’t help at all.”
She glanced at Eric.
“But he keeps telling people I’m overwhelmed without mentioning why.”
“Yes, I get overwhelmed.”
Mary’s face changed.
“He told us you wouldn’t let him help.”
“I stopped asking,” I said.
“Why?”
“Because asking became another job. I’d ask him to take one feeding, and he’d sigh. I’d ask him to change Tina while I handled the other two, and he’d ask what I’d been doing all day.”
Mary’s face changed.
Mary’s mouth parted.
“The seat lasted a few hours,” I said. “The separate room lasts this whole trip. The rest of it has been going on for a year.”
Charles glanced at the stroller.
“How much did you pay for these upgrades?”
“He didn’t pay, Charles. I did. We used my savings,” I said.
Charles glanced at the stroller.
Eric exhaled.
“I already said I’ll repay her after my bonus.”
I looked at him.
“And you will, Eric,” I said.
Charles started to speak, but I lifted a hand.
“And you will, Eric.”
“The money stays between Eric and me.”
He nodded.
Mary touched the stroller handle.
“We came because we wanted to help with the babies. I knew you’d be exhausted from traveling, Diane.”
I swallowed.
“I know.”
“The money stays between Eric and me.”
Then I looked at Eric.
“That’s what I thought you wanted too.”
At the resort, Eric stopped beside the elevators.
“You’re really staying in the standard room?”
I tightened my grip on the stroller.
I looked at Eric.
“That’s the room you booked for your family. So, yes.”
“Diane, come on.”
“You made this arrangement.”
The elevator opened, and I rolled the babies inside before he could answer.
That evening, after I got all three asleep, Mary knocked with a plate in her hands.
“Diane, come on.”
“You missed dinner.”
That did it.
I covered my face, and Mary stepped inside.
“I keep looking at him and wondering if I still love him or if I just can’t stand who he’s become.”
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Mary sat beside me on the carpet.
“You don’t have to decide everything tonight, hon. But that’s not the Eric I raised.”
“You missed dinner.”
“I know.”
But leaving meant three babies, two homes, and the end of a marriage I’d once believed was solid.
Later, Eric knocked.
“Can we talk?”
I stepped into the hallway.
“Can we talk?”
“I screwed up,” he said.
“You did more than that.”
He waited.
“You made me carry everything, then told your family I wouldn’t let you help. You even used my money to do it.”
His eyes dropped.
“I don’t know how to trust you after this.”
“I screwed up.”
“Diane…”
“If I could make one clean decision tonight, I’d leave.”
He went still.
“But I’m not ready to break our family apart without trying.”
His eyes lifted.
“So we try?”
“Diane…”
“I’ll go to counseling because I want to know whether we can make this home healthy.”
I swallowed.
“But don’t mistake that for forgiveness. Walking away feels easier right now.”
Eric nodded slowly.
“And you repay every dollar. You take real parenting shifts. You stop calling it helping me.”
“I will.”
“Don’t mistake that for forgiveness.”
“I’ll believe that when I see it.”
Then I went back inside and closed the door.
Three weeks later, Eric’s bonus arrived.
He transferred every dollar he owed me.
I checked the amount.
“I’ll believe that when I see it.”
“Good.”
Repaying me wasn’t romance. It was a debt finally settled.
Counseling was harder.
During our third session, Eric admitted he’d gotten comfortable believing I would carry whatever he dropped.
I looked at him.
“That’s the first honest thing you’ve said about this.”
Counseling was harder.
At home, I stopped reminding him about his parenting shifts.
If Thomas cried on Eric’s night, Eric got up.
If Tina needed changing, he changed her.
One evening, Thomas started wailing from the nursery.
Eric sighed.
My body moved before I thought about it.
I stopped reminding him.
I started to stand.
Then I stopped.
Eric appeared in the doorway.
“I’ve got him.”
“Okay.”
He disappeared down the hall.
“I’ve got him.”
My coffee was still warm when he came back ten minutes later.
“He’s asleep.”
“Good.”
Eric hesitated.
“Are we okay?”
I set my cup down.
“Are we okay?”
“We’re trying. That’s not the same thing.”
He nodded.
“And if this marriage survives,” I added, “it won’t be because I carried it for both of us.”
Talia dropped her spoon. Tina laughed.
I handed it back and stayed seated.
I still loved my family.
“We’re trying. That’s not the same thing.”
But I’d spent a year covering for Eric because I thought keeping the peace meant protecting us.
It didn’t.
Being their mother didn’t make everything my responsibility, and being his wife didn’t make him mine to carry.
