My 4-year-old told me: “Daddy takes me to a woman’s new house.” I followed them, but what I saw through the window shattered my heart.

But then, the world shifted. David lost his job. It was a corporate restructuring, cold and impersonal, but it hit him with the force of a physical blow. I watched my husband, usually so vibrant, stop shaving and linger in bed until noon. I stepped up, taking on extra hours at my firm to shield our home from the financial strain. I told him we were fine, that I’d pick up the slack, and that he should focus on the house and Mia. We didn’t talk about the shame I knew he was feeling. I thought we were managing.