I always thought my sister’s lavish marriage was something to envy. Then one birthday dinner exposed a strange rule that made me wonder what was really happening behind closed doors.
For years, my sister Rachel insisted she’d married the perfect man.
“David treats me like a queen,” she’d always say.
She said it so often that the phrase became part of how I thought about their marriage.
If someone asked how Rachel was doing, I pictured her smiling beside David in some beautiful place, looking completely cared for.
And honestly, I believed her.
There was plenty of evidence.
David took her on expensive vacations.
