When “You Never Do Enough” Finally Broke Me
I spent years carrying our marriage—working full-time, cooking, cleaning—while he said, “You never do enough.” That sentence was constant background noise.
Last weekend, after cleaning and cooking for his friends uninvited, he complained I didn’t make dessert. I smiled, shook inside, and said nothing.
The next morning, I packed his suitcase—shirt by shirt, sock by sock—and handed it to him.
“You’re right. I don’t do enough. Now you can see life without me.”
When the door closed behind him, the silence felt like peace, not loneliness. ✨
