Yesterday, before heading out for my afternoon plans, my husband said to me, “Rachel, I have to tell you something.” Fuck. What did I do. I could tell he was nervous — he had that look on his face that said I am so sorry I know this is going to make you upset, but I’m trying so hard to be really nice and sweet while I say it. I nodded and gave him my I’m ready for this, I’m a strong, powerful, confident woman, and braced myself for criticism with my super-coping cape.

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