May My Heart Turn to Dawn, Not Wait for the Dusk Clouds

Once again, I canceled the supplementary credit card my wife had given to her little assistant on the side. He tried to buy something luxury and the payment wouldn't go through. The call went straight to my wife. I figured Gillian would do what she always did. Call me, smooth things over, tell me not to stoop to the level of some little assistant. Instead, she personally slid an agreement across the table to me. "You've had your fill of playing the controlling husband all these years. Starting today, we split expenses."