She was costing me money.
Irvin shook his head.
“And turn our marriage into neighborhood entertainment? No. We fix the garage, stabilize the business, and stop giving her more of our life.”
“She’s already made our marriage neighborhood entertainment.”
“Then we don’t help her do it.”
“Your weak boundaries are part of the reason we’re here! We have to fight back.”
“And turn our marriage into neighborhood entertainment?”
The words hurt him. I saw it immediately.
“I’m not protecting Vanessa,” he said. “I’m trying to protect you. I’m the one who built that garage.”
“And I’m the one losing customers.”
We sat in silence, both angry and both trying to defend the same life from opposite directions.
Then Vanessa texted me.
The words hurt him. I saw it immediately.
Last chance: Apologize publicly at the HOA meeting on the 14th. I’ll be expecting you.
