Willing to Be the Dawn, Not the Dusk Clouds

Once again, I canceled the supplementary credit card my husband had given to that young girl on the side. She couldn't pay for her luxury purchases. The call went straight to my husband. I thought Vincent would do what he always did. Call to smooth things over with me, tell me not to stoop to the level of some little girl. Instead, he pushed an agreement across the table to me himself. "You've enjoyed being in control long enough over the years. Starting today, we're keeping our finances separate."