Stress was part of the reason we were slowly self-imploding; that I knew. Simply figuring out the logistics of any given week was enough to send my blood pressure soaring—and that was before I tore open the quarterly statement for our retirement account and was reminded we had saved roughly one-tenth of the recommended amount for a couple on the cusp of forty who didn’t want to work until they were both a hundred and three. As such, I wasn’t always a peach to live with. In response, he wielded his sarcasm like a weapon.
