At my husband’s fortieth birthday pool party, he pointed at his brother’s new wife and smirked. “She’s obviously more beautiful than you. Just look at her… then look at yourself.” Everyone laughed while I stood there, the same woman who had spent two years working nonstop to keep our family from falling apart after he lost his job. I swallowed the humiliation. Then I quietly walked to the DJ booth and took the microphone. “Everyone, please stop for a moment. There’s something my husband needs to hear tonight.” The second I began speaking, his confident smile disappeared.