This morning, when I told my husband I wouldn’t hand over the money for my mother-in-law’s tour of Europe, he completely lost his temper. During the argument, he slammed his hand against the kitchen counter, knocking over a cup of hot tea that splashed across me. Then he pointed toward the door and shouted: “Wire the money right now or get out of this house!”
The tea hit my face before I fully understood that my husband had actually thrown it. One second, Daniel was standing across our marble kitchen demanding twenty-eight thousand dollars for his mother’s “once-in-a-lifetime European tour.” The next, scalding liquid was running down my cheek and neck while he screamed, “Wire the money right now or…
