“Fine.” With his jaw clenching, he slammed a fist on his chest, shocking me. “What I want is for you to fight for me the same way I’ve fought with everything I have for you. I want you to believe in me the same way you used to when we were kids. But more than that, I just want you to acknowledge that I’m trying. Every. Fucking. Day. I’m trying to be the best version of me that I can. Not just for you. Not just for our baby. But for me.”
