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For ten years, David controlled everything: the bank accounts, the credit cards, even my professional wardrobe budget.

“You should be grateful,” he’d remind me daily. “Not many men would support a struggling lawyer like I do.”

Struggling lawyer. That’s what he told everyone. At dinner parties, he’d laugh about his little wife playing lawyer while his tech startup soared. Our friends would nod sympathetically like I was a child with a hobby. Even my own sister once said, “You’re so lucky David lets you work.”

“Lets me work.”