My husband gave away every maternity dress I owned while I was at work. When I asked what I was supposed to wear, he kept spreading mustard on his sandwich.

He would continue paying his share of the bills.

And he would seek professional help for his gambling.

I made one condition especially clear.

“We’re not discussing you moving back in for at least two weeks. Even after that, I decide whether I’m ready.”

Nick stared at the paper.

“So Mom buys you a bunch of clothes, and I’m still the bad guy?”

Elaine’s voice remained calm.

“Those bags were for Anna, Nick. They weren’t a reward for you.”

He signed the agreement.

Thankfully, our household savings remained untouched.

But the fact that I had needed to check them at all broke my heart.

When Nick finished packing, he stood in the doorway holding his weekend bag.

“If I repay the money, can we finally stop talking about this?”

I looked at him.

“Paying me back is an obligation. Coming home is a separate decision.”

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