After ten years of marriage, I thought I knew exactly where I stood with my husband. Then one cruel request made me question what he really thought of me – and what I had allowed myself to become. I agreed to his terms, but I had no intention of staying predictable. I was sitting on the living room floor, trying to glue a cardboard planet back onto Cody’s solar system project, when my husband told me I bored him. Saturn had lost one of its rings. Atlas was upstairs yelling that someone had stolen his pajamas. Cody had gone to…
