Post-Bankruptcy Rules
Language: en
I stared at the group chat on my husband’s phone: [She checks on me constantly. Demands I be home by nine. No booze, no smoke smell on my clothes. Just a pile of bullshit rules. She treats me like a dog!] [Now that her family went bust, if she tries to control me like that again, I’m divorcing her!] I didn't dare say a word. I stopped checking on him. I stopped ordering him around. But then, my husband pinned me to the bed, eyes red and full of grievance, demanding answers: "Why aren't you controlling me?" "Why aren't you ordering me around?" "Did you... did you get another dog?"