My winter boots were falling apart, but my husband refused to buy a new pair, insisting, “I decide how our money is spent.”
During one of the coldest winters in years, my boots finally gave out, and I assumed my husband, Greg, would replace them. Instead, he chose to spend money on a new microwave for his mom over meeting my basic needs. I wasn’t going to tolerate that disrespect—and soon, both he and his mother got more…