With a Broken Arm and No Support, I Took Back My Life: A Marriage Lesson, a Divorce Lawyer, and a Fresh Start
“Jason,” I called from the doorway, “can you shovel and put down salt before we go to bed?”
I wasn’t being dramatic.
We had a short set of steps leading down from our front door.
One bad slip would be enough.
Jason didn’t look up from his phone.
“I’ll do it later,” he said.
I waited a beat.
“You said that an hour ago.”
He sighed like I had asked him to build a house from scratch.
“You’re overreacting,” he said. “It’s a few steps. Stop nagging.”
