“Daniel… I’m your wife.
We’re a family. Are you really going to charge me to use our car?”
He sighed irritably, like I was being deliberately obtuse.
“Well, of course. You’re constantly using it.
Grocery runs, daycare, errands. Gas, wear and tear, maintenance. None of that is free.
$80 a day is cheap. Try renting a car. It’ll cost you more.”
I was so shocked I couldn’t even argue.
What do you say to something like that?
How do you respond when your husband looks at you like you’re a client instead of a partner?
I put the keys down and ordered a taxi.
I picked up our daughter and went straight to the hospital.
“I thought you were fetching me in your car,” Mom said as I opened the taxi door for her.
“That was the plan.”
It was late by the time we got to Mom’s place, and without a car, we stayed the night.
Mila asked why we weren’t going home, and I told her Grandma needed us.
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