Maybe there wasn’t anywhere for him to eat around his office. Or maybe he was eating at home for me — for my benefit. Either way, it didn’t matter how late it was when my husband came home. That’s when he ate. For the most part, I was happy with this arrangement. I think I’d feel guilty if he ever said, “I don’t need dinner tonight.” I’d probably feel like something was missing, like I wasn’t holding up my end of the bargain. Not long after the move, I asked him if he ever got hungry working that late without dinner. He told me there were snacks at work — nothing substantial, but enough to
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Contempating her role
