“I am your pregnant wife.”

“You had nothing when we met.

I gave you this.”

He gestured around the room, as if everything visible could be entered as a credit against whatever he did next.

He liked saying he had taken me out of a group home.

That was not true.

I had aged out years before meeting him and had been working, paying rent, and trying to build a life.

I had believed his promises because I wanted them, not because he had personally rescued a child from state care.