I used to brag about how hardworking Kalani was. “She’s in marketing,” I’d say. “Always in meetings, always on calls.” Thing is, I never actually saw her work. But I chalked that up to different schedules—she claimed she liked working from cafés or co-working spots, said the apartment was too quiet. And I believed her. For years.
It started unraveling when I lost my own job. The startup I worked at folded overnight, and suddenly, I was home more. I figured we’d lean on her income while I looked for something new. That’s when things got weird.
