After nine years together, my boyfriend snapped, “You’re not my wife—so stop expecting me to act like your husband.” The very next day, he stood frozen in the doorway, unable to believe what he saw.

my head. “No, Scott. I can’t fix a man who loves being cared for but hates being responsible.”

He took the folder. His fingers brushed the note.

“You were right. I’m not your wife.

So I’m done being your safety net.”

“Ari, we can fix this.”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he said.

“I think you did. You just didn’t think it would cost you anything.”

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