“I was terrified too,” I said.

“I was terrified every time Mia needed new shoes and you told me we couldn’t afford them.

I was terrified every time I wanted one small thing for myself and felt guilty for wanting it.

I was terrified, for three years, of what would happen to me and our daughter if you ever left, because you had made sure I had nothing of my own.

You built a home where I was made to feel completely dependent on you — while you spent more on your girlfriend than on your wife and child.” He lowered his head.