A Husband Pretended to Work Late to Avoid the Hardest Hours with His Three Young Kids – When His Wife Found Out, She Taught Him a Lesson He Couldn’t Talk His Way Out Of

He looked away.

“How long?”

I kept staring until he finally sighed.

“Okay. It’s been more than a few minutes.”

“How long?”

He hesitated.

“Most days? Maybe an hour and a half. Sometimes two.”

I could barely process it.

“A few weeks.”

“For how long, Johnny?”

“A few weeks.”

“A few weeks?”

He gave a helpless shrug.

“I’m already tired after work. What’s the point of both of us being stressed? I figured you were handling it.”

That was the part that got me.

He said nothing.

Not even the lying.

The logic.

“You figured I was handling it?”