My Husband Constantly Mocked Me for Doing Nothing, Then He Found My Note After the ER Took Me Away
From the curb, my life looked perfect—two boys on scooters, a neat house, a husband with a good job. Inside, I was invisible. Tyler’s control came through words, not fists. “Other women work and raise kids,” he’d sneer. “You can’t even keep one shirt clean.” The invisible labor—child care, errands, emotions—became my second skin. When…