My Husband Claimed He Supported Me So I Labeled Everything I Paid For Before Family Dinner

food. Sometimes about the way gratitude evaporates the moment people get used to being served.

One night Miriam raised her glass. “To labels.”

I groaned. “No more labels.”

“To the right labels,” she corrected. “Paid by me. Chosen by me. Mine.”

We drank to that.

By the second year, I no longer needed the pink squares.

I did not have to name every object to continue reading …