I had an important presentation the next morning, and stress got the best of me. I yelled at my wife over a poorly ironed shirt, calling her names, even though she’d sacrificed her career to raise our kids. It escalated, and she begged me to stop so the kids wouldn’t hear. Later, I bought her favorite flowers to apologize, but when I walked in, the house was empty. On the table was a note from her. I opened it, read it… and my world was never the same again.
