He had worked as an auto mechanic for more than thirty years. His hands were always covered in grease, his voice was loud, and you could hardly ever see a smile on his face.
He couldn’t stand seeing another man behave in a way he considered weak or ridiculous.
When our son was little, John even strictly forbade him from crying.
“You’re a man! Act like one!” he would shout.
He never allowed me to interfere with his work or financial decisions, either.
But three months ago, John’s behavior changed dramatically.
At first, he started leaving the house every evening.
He claimed he had found a second job and wanted to earn some extra money.
But the strange thing was that instead of improving, our
financial situation was getting worse.
One day, I happened to check our joint bank account, and what I saw made my blood run cold.
