
They say power reveals character. When my husband got promoted to assistant warehouse manager, it didn’t just boost his ego—it transformed our home life, and not in a good way. Suddenly, he expected silence on his days off, even from our 4-year-old. He demanded hot meals the moment I walked in from my 12-hour shifts at a behavioral health facility,
treating me more like a maid than a partner. One night, he woke me up at 11 p.m. to make him ice cream—with chocolate drizzle and cashews. That was my breaking point. So I planned a dinner the next Sunday—his family, a few friends, his favorite meal. As dessert was served, I raised my glass and toasted his promotion. Then,