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On my pillow!
It said: “Rest is earned, not given. A wife doesn’t get ‘days off!’”
I’d initially tried to brush the notes off, telling myself Linda was just adjusting or maybe even stressed about the renovation. But now, the gloves were completely off! I was ready to rumble!
I picked up the note and went straight to Jason!
He was in the living room, folding laundry, a small miracle on its own. I didn’t say a word. I just handed him the note and waited. His eyes scanned it, his expression changing from curious to blank. Then he just nodded and walked away. No defense, no excuses.
I was broken, and that night, I didn’t speak to him any further. I started thinking about divorce or moving back in with my parents. But what I didn’t realize was that something had shifted. He wasn’t brushing it off anymore.
The next morning, I went downstairs and nearly dropped my mug!
Every single object in the house, appliances, furniture, and tools, had sticky notes on them!
But this time, they weren’t from Linda.
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