Work ran late.
Meetings appeared constantly.
His career became the reason for everything.
Whenever I complained, he became irritated.
So eventually, I stopped complaining.
It was easier.
I learned to avoid certain subjects.
I learned how to tell when he was in a bad mood.
I learned how to make myself agreeable.
Quiet.
Easy.
Low-maintenance.
I told myself that was what a supportive wife did.
Then Sophie was born.
And the imbalance became impossible to ignore.
Elon rarely got up at night.
He avoided diaper changes whenever he could.
He almost never took Sophie long enough for me to nap, shower, or simply sit alone for ten minutes.
His late meetings became even more frequent.
I was exhausted.
