My tiredness was my condition, a fact of my life to be endured, not a problem to be solved.

It had never occurred to either of us, before that night, that my exhaustion might also deserve a real solution, purchased with our shared money.

His fatigue was an emergency; mine was the weather.

And once I saw that double standard clearly, once I actually looked at it, it became impossible to un-see, and impossible to justify.

Why should his tiredness entitle him to a fishing trip while mine entitled me only to more tiredness?

Why was our joint money available to solve his depletion but not mine?